Open air school
Open air school
Sitting on a bench in forest park;
Sun is riding high, I hear children laugh.
Open air school, with satchels on the grass;
It’s their play time, and I feel like to ask,
May I join you, I too can play hopscotch!
But let go of the urge, lest they scoff.
Bite into an apple, take off my wool scarf.
Then there is a drizzle of dry shower;
Tiny yellow leaves gently fall on my lap.
Hear the teacher; call out- clap, clap, and clap!
And the kids run back to their sunny class.
A squirrel wags its tail, scratches tree bark.
I stretch my limbs, slide on the grassy slope.
A ladybird on its tiny limbs climbs atop.
Lift it in my palm, it curls into a ball.
Intrigued, study its red coat and black dots.
Bird or insect... hear good natured laughter;
I look around… is it you dear mother…
It is Nature, wearing a genial smile,
And says good humouredly, come on child;
Playmate, homework; Google- figure it out!
Kids are on their way home, laughing out loud!
Simple and beautiful.
I love that school Mamta and if needed a watchman please let me know as I have obtained the Californian guard license that's going to be expired soon.
"He who is not busy being born is busy dying," Bob Dylan? Evokes the truth that everyone longs for childhood now and then.
An absolutely wonderful slice of life poem, mamta. Much enjoyed.
Wonderful poem, Mamta...one of your bests
A delightful read Mamta, thoroughly enjoyed !
It is true Nature is the greatest teacher for me and you ! By watching the birds men wanted to fly , and the painter used the colour of the rainbow , the flowers, and the sunset sky ! -Raj
It all sounds perfect to me Mamta with nature, warmth, children and games and hopscotch too!!! Your appreciation of nature, learning and leisure is generously described and you drew me into the poem wishing I could be there too!
The inside child should never die Mamta as this poem shows. Such an interesting read.
another lovely happy write Mamta...love the part about admiring a lady bird...
Joyful and natural feeling toward childhood thank you,
Nature it the primary source of all knowledge and joy. Alas! we take pride in secondary knowledge.
Nice. happy poem, shows the child in you Mamta :)
poetry brings out the natural child in you!