Gravel Drive
July 2020
A puppy runs down
a gravel drive
towards the house.
Birds chirp like
Broadway singers
singing
different words
at one time.
Gravel moves
under tires
when cars
leave the drive.
I would give
up the spring
to
bring you back
to the place
you left
behind.
Poem by Rebecca T. Dickinson. All work copyrighted by R.T. Dickinson
Published by Corrie's Mom
They say teacher turn over is high right now, and many teachers will leave the profession in five years or less. I will enter my seventh year as a full-time teacher, and my 12th year in education after I'd started as a sub and teacher assistant. I was the student in the 1990s you did not want in your classroom because I was diagnosed with ADHD and did not know how to socialize with other kids. I was due to be tested for autism, but this was considered an ostracizing experience for a child then, especially a girl. I am a third generation teacher and author of seventeen creative works.
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