My Jungle Classroom

day in and day out, I borrow a lion's courage.
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Piercing through my soul yet, so innocently,

to stand before them with devotion and integrity.

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Twittering cockatiels, laughing hyenas

a jungle of confusion battling tales and sagas.

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Difficult people, yet little they may be,

a shush is a ton of patience hidden before me.

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I cry rivers at night, but my heart bathes in delight,

looking at each other, so pure and so right.

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I speak to them in a fairies' tongue,

in their playful ears where ideas wrung.

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Small words with truth and conviction, they understand,

dutiful bees with their determination and obeisance.

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Collections withdraw, glasses shatter, and watercolors forsake,

a monkeys playground is humbled by their wake.

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I teach a class in nursery, this jungle is my classroom,

These difficult people are my gifts, I'm loving them as my own.