Leaders of Tomorrow


writing. 
shaping minds. 
innocent eyes. 
who find comfort in the arms of my classroom. 
big plush greenish-blue rug. 
mozart's concertos
thelonious monk's harmonies
gillespie's trumpet
echo softly in the background. sometimes those big brown 
innocent eyes look up in frustration. 
like a spring breeze through a willow tree i whisper, 
be free. 
don't seek reassurance. 
embrace the individuality of your ideas. let each nuance dance to the beat of your pencil. 
just write.
lead our future. 
little lights of the free world. 
change starts with you.will never fail.



love,
Ms. Clay ❤️

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