Since we go to our little Waldorf school,
I experience some flashbacks to my childhood.
I remember my mom wearing her famous purple dungarees.
We, making sculptures from real clay
At one time we even had a Macramé design hanging on our wall.
One of the first days going to school,
I asked my mother to join us to bring the boys.
We had good fun,
it brought us back some time.
People rapped in tied-dyed clothes,
children with 'home cut' fringes,
wait, could we even smell some
beautiful home made bread?
I swear those wooden toys are at least my age.
We love our new school!
So in honor of the old,
here in the present!
Wouldn't it be great if I could tell you that the paint is made from blueberries!
I can't, but see me in a few years!!!!