You who live up north may laugh at this. However, there are many things you don't understand. My family moved to Florida in 1973. I am no longer acclimated to the icy cold conditions I left in Indiana .I have grown accustomed to cold weather when we occasionally have it down here. I even look forward to the occasional sweater weather. This year at school has been different. We have been under construction all school year. My room temp varies between 90 for a high and the low 60s. I actually purchased a thermometer for my classroom. The temp inside my classroom has been about 15 degrees colder than it is outside. So imagine if we have a high of 55 on Thursday I can figure my room is going to be about that or colder inside, especially with no students. Since it is a day for grades and mine are done as are my unit and weekly lesson plans, I plan on spending the day writing. I am going to work on my Berlin Wall story, "Leaving Behind our Walls". I managed to get the first five chapters written this summer. I also wrote a poem that I shared while I was at my writing retreat. I am posting it here for you.
Brick by Brick
We built
these walls brick by brick
We made them
with our own two hands
They once
were thin, but now they’re thick
And now
between us, they do stand.
Just like
the wall the soldiers made
Walls of
hatred, fear, distrust
Walls exact
a price that must be paid
They turn our lives to grains of dust.
They tear away our very souls
To mold and
shape and try to tame
To dominate
us are their goals
We only have
ourselves to blame.
So tear these
wretched walls away
Eliminate
the guilt
Remember the
lies along the way
Is how these
walls were built.
Sandra Stiles 7/17/17
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