Today marks the first day back to school for many children in British Columbia. The teacher strike is over, and today, children across the province what it back into their schools.
My kids go to an independent school so we been back for a while. A week or so before school started I wrote the following poem and I thought that it would be appropriate to post it now.
The bare shoulder of the season
Turns towards the setting sun
To catch the last rays, warming,
As they fall below the horizon.
The evening breeze whips about the damp of the grass
Cooling the evening air
Chilling my daughter as she rides her bike
Through the growing shadows.
These are the last days of August
In which we trudge towards fall
With the reluctance of a child being drawn out
From a candy store.
When lazy summer mornings begin to have
Overtones of anxiety – this time cannot last
But must be replaced by those harsh taskmasters
The alarm clock and the school bell.