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]
pieceofpie
it is hard to believe such words of wonder come from someone so young… arizona is a beautiful place to begin….
Sweet Talking Guy..
Yeah, this is a beautifully written poem!
Tumblewords
I love Arizona and this charming poem captures it!
stan ski
Our environment certainly is our greatest teacher.
Susan Bays
I am awed by this poem. It makes me want to go to Arizona to learn from the earth. Thank you, Seshni!
early childhood education degree
Yahoo! i like it!