The Impossible

November 11, 2008
By Grace Calfin, Amherst, NH

Art class.
Once again we step outside.
The teacher points at
the giant oak tree
By the school.
Paint! She instructs.
I look up through the red leaves,
And I try to count them all.
But I cannot paint them,
Much less count them.
So I sit on the soft grass,
And enjoy the breeze
Blowing my hair off my face
And the leaves off of the tree.
I smell fall in the air
And winter still to come.
I watch the other confused students
Trying to paint.
Some teachers seek the impossible.


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