Among the first we learn is good-bye, your tiny wrist between Dad's forefinger and thumb forced to wave bye-bye to Mom, whose hand sails brightly behind a windshield
More poems about School:
From "One A.M." by David Young You'll show that toad-eater who wrote... Night Thoughts
Panty Raid by Terri Ford It is 1974 and out the institutional open windows...
Pledge by Elizabeth Powell Republic, your cool hands / On my schoolgirl shoulders...
Messieur Degas Teaches Art and Science at Durfy Intermediate School, Detroit 1942 by Philip Levine
Sentimental Education by Mary Ruefle Ann Galbraith / loves Barry Soyers...
All the World's a Stage by William Shakespeare All the world's a stage...
Theme for English B by Langston Hughes The instructor said...
We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks We real cool. We...
Mary's Lamb by Sarah Josepha Hale Mary had a little lamb...
The Junior High School Band Concert by David Wagoner When our semi-conductor...
The Testing-Tree by Stanley Kunitz On my way home from school...
Niggerlips by Martín Espada Niggerlips was the high school name...
Being Jewish in a Small Town by Lyn Lifshin Someone writes kike on...
Sick by Shel Silverstein
Evening Walk as the School Year Starts by Sydney Lea When was the last lobotomy, I wonder...
Why Latin Should Still Be Taught in High School by Christopher Bursk Because one day I grew so bored...
In Michael Robins’s class minus one by Bob Hicok At the desk where the boy sat, he sees the Chicago River...
Apples by Grace Schulman Rain hazes a street cart's green umbrella...
The Shout by Simon Armitage We went out...
Art Class by James Galvin Let us begin with a simple line...
The Hand by Mary Ruefle The teacher asks a question...