Four for Jerrymyah

"Boy at School"

Poor impulsive boy
Do you see his nerves straining?
This child's day in chains.

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"Anticipation"

Somehow he managed
To go the day abiding
All the Rulers' rules.

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 "The Yard"


Synthetic soft rock
Could there be a better bed?
A boy finds reprieve.

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 "The Sky"


Jerrymyah sprawled
Breeze blew dreams across his face.
The sky, the freedom.

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A bit about these.  I know this boy at my school.  He is... a live wire.  A sweet boy to be sure.  But more energy inside his bones than he can possibly contain.  Today, after a week without recess.  He made it.  He had to play with my older kids, as he was still being separated from his peers, but he made it.  He got his recess.

He came to me, "Mr. DeLa! Mr. DeLa!  Miss says I can play!  I can play!"

He burst past me. And my cold teacher heart melted a bit.  I consciously decided NOT to find out if he really earned recess today.  Sometimes, we can't stop being human.  I was worried though about him playing with my older students.  And mine are students of Texas, taught by the Man de la Noco.  They are rough.

"But, Jerry... don't you think you're supposed to be with the kids your age?" I inquired.

"Oh who cares!  Miss says I can play!"

And he ran onto the playground and had the time of his life.
He played mostly on his own, content just to be free and running about.
Running up the slide.  Jumping off the monkey bars.  Confusing every piece of equipment
in every way imaginable.
Eventually he got all tuckered out and just lay down on the playground.

I saw him there.  With the look of heaven-realized on his face and I hope I can always keep that picture in my mind. It's the kind of pic that will carry you. It was to that end I wrote the poems above.



Until Tomorrow...