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Linda’s poetry has been published in many venues. Click here to read other poems published in the SNReview Summer 07 issue. |
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Poetry of Linda M. Rhinehart Neas |
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The Big Yellow
She stands there so stoically, the autumn wind whipping at her skirt. The others here feel the anticipation, they are all looking forward to the arrival. She, on the other hand, hopes, wishes to return home, safe from all this newness. Suddenly, the roar of the motor is heard. in the distance, the big yellow bus can be seen heading down the street. Everyone is ready, except her. As it pulls up, everyone files in, she hopes the cold wind will be blamed for her tears, running noticeably down her cheeks. She waves as the bus pulls away chiding herself for being so sentimental.
The first day of school – she, like the other Moms, Should be busily making plans to enjoy the time without the kids underfoot.
Linda M. Rhinehart Neas © 2009
Imagine a School
Imagine a school where students laughed and sang, danced and played.
Imagine a school where the students were every color, shape and size from every culture and they all worked together in peace.
Imagine a school where not knowing shows how smart you are, where asking questions is rewarded, and where tests are fun to take.
Imagine a school where all the students succeed because each is treasured for their uniqueness and honored for the many ways they understand and the many ways their knowledge can be demonstrated.
Imagine a school where no student is ever left behind because there is always time to wait for them, offer them a helping hand, a second chance, another way until they too succeed.
Imagine!
Linda M. Rhinehart Neas © 2008 |
