The art of teaching should take over a meeting
With only its presence
With only its possibilities
Prohibition of nothing
Inhibition in no one
No time for hand raising
Inspriation so prolific
The art of teaching should be heard
Even when all around are drowned in shouting
Drowned in data, no child left out of
The art of teaching should be spotted dancing in the coatrooms
Painting on paper walls, and singing so loud
The doors slam down the hallways
The art of teaching creates on the backs of paper
Knowing that school does not need to be the place of perfection
It can spill paint and have hair hanging down into its face
The art of teaching rejuvenates in laughter and the passing of encouragement
One child to another, like buckets of fire passed and poured on standing water
The art of teaching stands on the shore
Watching the oceans of pointing fingers
Pull and stretch it clean
Just like no on had ever been there
Footprints of children swept away
No signs of life
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