This poem, and some of the others I've submitted, was written while I was at school. I'm a teacher at the Southside Academy Charter School. Every morning and afternoon, I'm one of the teachers who go outside and stand by the buses, making sure the children come and go safely. They tend to want to run and throw snowballs.

The staff gets there early, and we walk around with our coffee mugs, bleary eyed, getting ready for the day. When the buses arrive, and the children get off, suddenly there's a lot of laughter and small, snowy feet going by. The school wakes up quickly.