Fly High in Your Skies
The time has come,
to say goodbye.
Some faces happy,
some faces cry.
All faces showing,
how high they can fly.
Fly my young friends,
fly high in your skies.
to say goodbye.
Some faces happy,
some faces cry.
All faces showing,
how high they can fly.
Fly my young friends,
fly high in your skies.
Labels: children's poetry, elementary education, last day of school, teaching
6 Comments:
At 10:53 AM , Anonymous said...
ILL TRY TO MAKE LEARNING FUN BUT IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME WITHOUT YOU.
At 10:05 AM , Anonymous said...
It will never be the same without you, but I will still BE BIG!
Love,
Belle
At 10:03 PM , Anonymous said...
I will miss you lots! Sorry I left without saying goodbye.
At 10:18 PM , Anonymous said...
I need a hug from you, really bad. It's boring right now. I'm going 2 Southwest camp. It's sort of boring, because nobody is really 'big'. I'm always looking in my memory book. I cried after the banquet, because this year was so much fun, I didn't want 2 leave. I told my mom that I wanted to go to school the next day. Don't forget to post the potato picture somewhere. Potato.
At 4:15 PM , Unknown said...
I miis you all and am having faith that next year's class will be as talented and fun as your's was.
Jess, I'm sending you a hug and want you to know each one of us has a powerful influence on those around us. YOU are "big" in many. many ways.
Don't allow others who aren't aware of what you know to limit you. Instead, ENLIGHTEN them and help them believe and do big themselves.
We can all can change the world, one-by-one!
At 1:45 PM , Anonymous said...
hi its me miguel i have a great time in Mr.Stuart class
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