I glance out across
the vast expanse,
the messy wilderness.
Scattered objects,
stones and mud.
Wiping sweat from my brow,
I shield my eyes
from the glaring sun.
No sound, but a light scratching,
as though off in the distance.
Still, I watch,
unwilling to disturb the calm.
Heads are bowed,
eyes downcast,
pencils moving.
Students working quietly.
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Kari McLeese
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