The sun is shining
The birds are singing
Students are going to school
To sit in rows of seats
And maybe struggle to pay attention
As the warming weather shows through the windows
They can hardly be blamed
For preferring the burgeoning verdure
To the sterility of lecture and coursework
I teach
I do so gladly
But I find myself in sympathy with them
Is this what Emerson warned us about?
No comments:
Post a Comment