| School Angels |
| While surfing the net one day, I came across these poems written by David Arnold from Brownstown, Ill and dedicated to school support staff members who seldem get recognition for the work they do.. So for that reason this page is dedicated to our school angels. Angels with an Apron Now if you think you have troubles consider this, A school kitchen isn't an area of wondrous bliss The food the state sends the school somewhat lacks in appeal But out of this the cook creats a masterpiece, called a meal. We all know when it comes to eating, kids can be rather picky But think what it would be like to multiply that by five hundred and fifty As with the Three Bears, only one will say "that's just right" While some kids won't even take a bite. God bless the child that might say, "That sure was a good dinner today," Or the child that is covered with measels from head to toe But will say, "They're having pizza today,mom, I've got to go." Yes a cook is an artist to say the least, When it comes to preparing for hundreds a feast And the miracles they preform have only been topped by God's son So prehaps in reality these cooks are angels with an apron. written by David Arnold Brownstown, Ill 62418 |
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| Heroes There are heroes in our land today that never receive any recognition Some of these are a child's first acquaintance with education Now a teacher might be the first one who comes to our mind, But I speak of the bus driver for which the kids waite in line. For a moment, put youself in the bus driver's shoes, And I'm sure you will find that it's a job you might not want to choose. Just think what it would be like to baby sit for sixty kids or better And remember you must chauffeur this bus load of kids regardless of the weather. I must admit, to be in front of a classroom with 20-30 kids wouldn't be a picnic, But to drive 60 kids over icy roads would set my nerves on edge and make my stomach sick. A school bus driver is like a postman and must go regardless of rain, snow, gloom and darkest of night But no postman ever had to have 60 kids, clean up there mess, or break up a fight. A child can have a bad day at school without any warning, But can be forgotten when a bus driver says, "Have a good evening, I'll see you in the morning" Ask any student, what heroes of their's never received any fame, And I'll bet a bus driver will be amoung those that they name. writen by, David Arnold Brownstown, Ill 62418 Deer Tracks The soapy hand prints upon the bathroom mirror told a story Of the mischief and imagination of a child in full glory I pondered many a thought as I wiped them away Would this child be an artist someday? As I buffed the hallway one day to restore it's gloss I looked at the scratches, heel marks, and beauty loss Again I thought about the culprits of the such Will they become ballerinas with grace of touch? I labored to remove the scribbling on the classroom door And contemplated how this child could become a novelist or more. At the end of the day, my wife asked as I began to relax "What did you do today?" I replied, "Remove Dear Tracks." written by David Arnold Brownstown, Ill 62418 |
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