One class were asked to write a poem inspired by what they see from their window. Below is one of the poems.
As I glance out the patio doors
Wildlife is free to now explore
With the world so quiet and still
Birds are now free to every mountain, forest and hill
For us, the rulers of the earth
The ones who have turned almost every piece of dirt
Are now hiding, from an invisible predator that the wildlife is blessed to never know
What do they think when they see us behind closed doors?
The world is clean and oh, so pure
Yet little do they know their own innocence, illusions, and their priceless freedom
Falling back into our wary state
We play, we laugh, all behind closed gates
Little children climbing trees
Wondering why they can’t be free
Standing far from friends so near
They long to hug, hold hands and cheer
Confused about why they can’t
Is this really what is happening now?
How long will this go on for?
But one thing that I do know well
Is how we will appreciate all we have,
These happenings are dividing physically
Yet community bonds strengthen day by day
And I hope nothing will take that away