Where does she go to?

My little student,
Where does she go to?
Her small cherubic body,
Clad in green and blue uniform and cowgirl boots,
Is here,
Hair clip in mouth, eyes skyward and body in constant motion.
Yet...
She is somewhere outside,
Running with a stick in her hand,
Down a dusty track.
Or on her pony,
Wearing a small circle
Around the perimeter of the paddock.
Picking a terrified skink out of the dirt,
Or herding chickens with her kelpie pup.
I speculate...
I cannot be sure where she is,
But I know this...
She is definitely not here in this mathematics lesson.

Sewing Lesson

She wanted to learn.
I got out the old "Brother."
First she learned how to drive on paper.
Her trepidation at pressing the pedal,
Was palpable.
Where to put her fingers?
Then...
Clickity, clickety, stop.
Clickety, clickety, clickety ,clickety stop.
She found her rhythm.
Onto reversing,
Then turning corners.
I think filling bobbins and threading the machine,
Remain my domain,
At least for now.  
Practising on actual fabric gave her confidence,
But sewing up her first drawstring bag,
I could see in her shining face,
Gave her satisfaction.

Maths

Today,
I taught six children how to:
Tell the time,
Count up their pocket money.
Share pizza, cake and pie fairly,
Write today's date,
The friends of Ten.
And what an octopus and octagon have in common.
Then,
Had a meeting where we discussed:
Teaching times tables,
Solving problems with multiple steps,
The confusion students have with fractions and decimals,
And how to develop an understanding of Base Ten.

Can you tell I like maths?