Nodding my Head during a Spring Season

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Apologies to Robert Frost

What time this is we all know.
The kids are restless it sure does show.
You will not catch me counting here.
Then, watch them quit and just let go.

My colleagues must think it queer
To not count this time of year.
I savor each moment–I’m a flake.
If I stop now, teacher beware.

The kids will take over and mischief make.
There is still learning to do, a thought I can’t shake.
I can make this fun–I can stay awake.

This summer will be lovely hitting the beach
But I still have kids to teach.
And days to go before the beach,
And days to go before the beach.


Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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