It’s been awhile since I wrote something poetic. I joke that ” I do my best writing when I am running or hurting. Often, that is the same time…” I need to get out of that rut. I know that more than half my poetry is light-hearted or has elements of humor. Poetry comes from all emotional states, is influenced by many beautiful events and locations, and like a painting, captures the essence of the creator in that moment of time.
So, sometimes the words will just start to flow, without having to tip the bottle and slap the bottom. This one came after hearing cancellations being announced on the local news.
Snow Days
There once were days when children woke in the morning
Discovering too much snow or a wind chill warning
A needed respite from learning and correcting mistakes
After all, it is Wednesday, for goodness sake
So, too cold for school, we were all bundled up
Told to play outside, come back in time for sup
Now, with pandemic restrictions, school boards did adapt
With Zoom classes, learning packs, and one-on-one chats
The parents cried out,
“You have to still teach them, we can’t do it alone.”
Teachers replied,
“Try teaching 31 students in your home.”
Now when school gets cancelled, the snow day is no perk
Kids can learn in their PJ’s the way their parents go to work
-Leon
Leon Stevens is a composer, artist, and author of three books (so far): Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and Pictures, The Knot at the End of the Rope and Other Short Stories, and Journeys: Eight Original Pieces for Classical Guitar
