My little art teacher soul sighs a big breath of relief and joy...
A room of student art work done this summer shines as students walk by. The butterflies they created flutter above their tiny heads as they point, finding their own work shine amongst the others. Each butterfly is filled with purpose, intention, and meaning. To find out more about this collaborative project go here . I am simply so proud of the work they did.
I Never Saw Another Butterfly
"Such, such a yellow Is carried lightly way up high. It went away I'm sure because / It wished to kiss the world goodbye. For seven weeks I've lived in here / Penned up inside this ghetto, But I have found my people here / The dandelions call to me And the white chestnut candles in the court. Only I never saw another butterfly." —Poet Paul Friedmann, died at Auschwitz, 1944.
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