Bringing the Roar to the Dojo Floor

So lately Maya and I have been reading "Bringing the Rain to Kapiti Plain" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBDqPOd-eXI) , which is one of my favorite children's books.  This morning I woke up at 6:30, could not fall back asleep, and could not get this damn book out of my head. (It is quite catchy. Go ahead, try it.) Later, my sleep deprived, over caffeinated self couldn't stop staring at the beautiful sun coming through the brand new windows of the dojo. (Probably while I was supposed to be doing something else. Teaching wee ones perhaps.) 

And I was a poet once. Really I was.
Hence, this.

This is the floor of the dojo.

This is the sun, that pierces the clouds
and brightens the floor of the dojo.

This is the air, all heavy with sound
that comes from the shouts of the students around.
The crackling air is warmed by the sun
that pierces the clouds 
and brightens the floor of the dojo.

This is the child, only four
who punches the air with a lion's roar.
the crackling air, all heavy with sound
that comes from the shouts of the students around
that is warmed by the sun
that pierces the clouds 
and brightens the floor of the dojo.

This is the smile, that lights up the eyes
of one little boy who was timid and shy
The tiny child, only four
who punches the air with a lion's roar.
the crackling air, all heavy with sound
that comes from the shouts of the students around
that is warmed by the sun
that pierces the clouds 
and brightens the floor of the dojo.

This is the parent, who peers through the door
and watches his child on the dojo floor
He sees the smile that lights up the eyes
of one little boy who was timid and shy
The tiny child, only four
who punches the air with a lion's roar.
the crackling air, all heavy with sound
that comes from the shouts of the students around
that is warmed by the sun
that pierces the clouds 
and brightens the floor of the dojo.

This is the heart, all swollen with pride
That witnesses the joy occurring inside
The heart of the parent, who peers through the door
and watches his child on the dojo floor
He sees the smile that lights up the eyes
of one little boy who was timid and shy
The tiny child, only four
who punches the air with a lion's roar.
the crackling air, all heavy with sound
that comes from the shouts of the students around
that is warmed by the sun
that pierces the clouds 
and brightens the floor of the dojo.


Yup, that's my day.
How's yours going?

Comments

  1. Nice Poem!!
    really good work. keep it up.
    Thanks for posting!!
    Martial Arts Sydney

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