Pearly Whites and a Picket Fence
I posted this Thursday, but am using it for Poetry Friday, hosted by my good friend, though I have never met her in person, nor ever heard her voice, except the "voice" of her writing, but friend, nonetheless, Linda Baie at Teacher Dance . Go there, click on links, read more poems and meet more lovers of poetry! I do not know where these came from or why. Well, I do know from where...from my head. I just picked a word and started brainstorming with it. The "why" I don't know, though. Probably because being a first grade teacher for so long, I got to see so many bloodied mouths, fingers and teeth. Really, first grade is quite a bodily fluids kind of year, what with teeth falling out, bathroom timing accidents, vomit, coughs and sneezes (oh, and sucking on fingers, thumbs and shoelaces)... First grade teachers, if they make it through their first two years, live forever, having built up super-duper antibodies. So Are the Teeth As barnacles on a rock, so