Poem

Where Else But First Grade?
 
Where Else could I tie so many ribbons and belts and daily get to see a style show of pretty dresses and shirts?
Where Else could I walk up and down aisles and have little warm hands reach out to me?
Where Else could I guide the first letter formations of a chubby little hand that may some day write a book or an important document?
Where Else could I forget my own problems because of so many cut fingers, scratched  knees, bumped heads and broken hearts that need care?
Where Else would my mind have to stay so young as with a group whose attention span is so short that I must always keep a "bag of tricks" up my sleeve?
 Yes, I teach First Grade and I love it!
                                             -----Author Unknown