Poems by Montessori School of Maui Students
The Wind blows, blows, and goes on
with, a push, and then they’re gone.
The leaves rustle, and wave their hands,
You might not notice, but on each land.
The Children, all, walk through this,
maturing in the process, yes, hers, or his.
The Water will also, swish, and swash,
whipping the mind open, with one lash.
— Marysa Verkaart