This warm and bursty month of June
When the apple trees have lost their blossoms,
My children running through the sprinkler,
I stand with feelings, mixed by endings.
Glad for summer season's starting,
Escape of students from study, study
To play and camp and soak up the sun...
But see it from the other side,
A classroom bare, silent, hollow
Without the energy of kids to fill it.
Bittersweet for me, a teacher, left
Somewhat empty till September;
Gone the twenty-one I got to know
And mourn a little with their going.
Yet the Lord of time has blessed it so...
I cannot teach them all forever;
That belongs to Him alone.
He offers rest for me, sore needed,
To enter pasture, be renewed,
Not empty from my students' absence
But filled with peace by He who sends
Them out and sends me in
Preparing for another orchard
Of young minds to cultivate and train.
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