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Poem "What's In My Backpack"

  You ask, "What's in my backpack?"

You ask, What's in my backpack?"                        Each day we do so many things.
When I come home each day.                                          So many books to read.               
I wonder what you hope is there.                                   Sure is nice my teacher knows
If it's empty, is that okay?                                                Exactly what we need.

I tell you about my busy day,                                             That backpack on my back today
How the teacher watches over me.                                 Carries back and forth my stuff.
We sing, we laugh, we share, we                                        If you want to know what I
  learn                                                                                                   learned,
That's the way it's suppose to be.                                   Listening to me will be enough.                                     

You ask, "What's in my backpack?"                                  My teacher wants to plant a seed,
I say, "Today it's empty."                                                      Get my "love of learning" to sprout.
I see the disappointment                                                        She wants it to last a lifetime-
As you look down at me.                                                           That's what school is all about.

School is much more than "things"                                    It's in my head and in my heart
That you can see and touch.                                                  That learning will take place.
It's all of my life lessons,                                                       "Childhood should be a journey.....
And that means so very much.                                              Don't look at it as a race."

For if you really want to know                                               Written by Donna Whyte
What I do each day,
It won't be on paper;
You'll know by what I say.

Please don't look so unhappy
When you open the zipper wide.
What you are looking for today
Is all in my inside.

Ask me about my hands and ears,
My nose and my eyes.
Ask me what we talked about,
And if I remember why.
 

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