Tag: Schools
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Poem: I’m A Weed
I’m A Weed – I’m a weed, hearty and strong. Went to school, didn’t belong. Teachers want us pruned and tamed. Tried to heed. To sit still aimed. – I’m a weed. My roots grew strong. Teachers said ‘Doing it wrong!’. Pushing through, inquisitive. Weeds, it seems, quite intrusive. – I’m a weed, once a…
June Nash 