The Classroom of Life
Isela. Age 12. San Pablo, California
                      A classroom is like a garden,
our hopes become our sunshine
As we learn, we till our own soil.
When a teacher sprinkles knowledge
our minds begin to grow.
Our garden always smells
like sweet flowery perfume
whenever we perform at high levels.
Watch out for jealousy:
it acts like a weed.
It can sap all of the energy
out of a classroom
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