I say teach me.
She sends tumbleweeds that join together to make fractions.
I say help me.
She teaches me how to divide and used mixed fractions with cactus.
I say caress me.
She strokes me with her warm breath.
I say watch me.
She watches me over the clear skies of Arizona.
I say hold me.
She whispers, “Lie on my dry hills of sand.”
I say tease me.
She blows a big gust of wind to me.
Arizona is my teacher.
Arizona is my caring teacher.
By Seshni, 3rd grade
[photo by bridgepix via flickr]