Sloths climb up trees
with permanent smiles on their faces
like Sesame Street puppets
their movement is slow
Progress is slow
But we love it, the principal says.
One sloth embraces
a younger one
and they rest,
their marble eyes slowly closing.
He says, I just particularly like these students
because there’s so much untapped potential.
The sloths doggy paddle through the river
on their leisurely journey.
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I love sloths, and I love your poem!
As a Mom of a special needs daughter, and a maker of crocheted sloths….. this poem spoke to me?…. loved the story(s) told here?
I’m so glad!
love the dialogue form in your school series