"Too late," he said. "I'll just suffer."
He made his way toward Barry and stood beside him.
"All right, everyone!" Gooney Bird shouted. "Listen up! Look toward the camera, and remember your parts! Ready?"
"Ready!" the children called.
"Ready, Mr. Furillo?" called Gooney Bird. "Are you sure you know how to work the camera?"
"Yes," Mr. Furillo replied. "I've done it before!"
"Kids: Remember! Outdoor voices!" Gooney Bird reminded them from where she stood nearest the school building. "Okay, Mr. Furillo! Action!"
She stepped forward, looking up toward the window, where the custodian stood with the camera at his eye. For a second she stood silently. Then, in a booming outdoor voice so that she could be heard on the video, Gooney Bird announced,
"This is a Poem for Many Voices!"
She turned and faced the other children and Mr. Leroy. She held up her arms like a concert director.
"Many Voices!" all of the children called.
Gooney Bird Greene turned back to face the camera. "It is a Goodbye Poem!" she said.
The chorus echoed her. "A Goodbye Poem!"
They all stood silently while Gooney Bird carefully lay down on her back in the snow She moved her arms up and down, then stood again.
"A snow angel—" she said.
"For Mrs. X!" the children chanted.
Gooney Bird pointed toward Chelsea, who lay down and made another angel, then stood.
"For our room mother!" Chelsea called.
"Our room mother!" the chorus said.
Gooney Bird pointed to Nicholas, who dropped to the ground and made another angel, then stood. "For Xenia!" he called.
"Xenia!" the chorus replied.
As if she were directing a group of instruments, Gooney Bird pointed quickly to Ben, Felicia Ann, and Beanie. They made their angels together and chanted in unison, "And the angels are for her daughter, too!"
The chorus repeated it.
Gooney Bird pointed to Barry. Barry quickly whispered instructions to Mr. Leroy, and together they lay backwards in the snow and made angels: one small, and one much larger one. "Patricia Pidgeon!" they chanted loudly together, and the chorus repeated the name.
There was a silence, and then Gooney Bird held up both arms and made a gesture. "A good daughter!" everyone chanted.
Another silence. Then: "A good teacher!" they chanted together.
At Gooney Bird's signal, every child—and the principal, following Barry's directions—lay down in the snow. They all moved their arms up and down slowly. From the window where Mr. Furillo was looking down onto the fresh snow that covered the playground, it looked as if a whole flock of birds were preparing to fly.
Then they all stood again, in the outlines of their snow angels.
One by one they each called out a phrase:
Ben: A cake with pink candles!
All: I remember!
Chelsea: A yellow hair ribbon!
All: I remember!
Malcolm: A kitten named Jingle!
All: I remember!
Tricia: The lace collar on my mother's dress!
All: I remember!
Keiko: Ruffled curtains in
my bedroom!
All: I remember!
Felicia Ann: The fragranthe
of honeythuckle!
All: I remember!
Beanie: Fireflies!
Barry and Mr. Leroy: Fireflies!
Tyrone: Fireflies!
All: So many fireflies!
Gooney Bird called, "What happened to all the fireflies?"
The chorus of children chanted, in reply:
They're out there!
We can't see them!
But Mrs. Pidgeon's mother can!
They're lighting her way!
They all stood silently. Then they held up their hands and waved goodbye.
"This was a Poem for Many Voices," the children said.
After a moment, Mr. Furillo turned the video camera off. They could see him take his rumpled handkerchief from the pocket of his custodian uniform. He wiped his eyes.
The performers left the schoolyard and began to climb the steps to return to school.
"We didn't even wear our poetry hats," Chelsea pointed out.
"It would have been a distraction," Gooney Bird explained, "and anyway, we'd already written the poem. We didn't need to warm our brains for the performance."
"Did you think we did good?" Malcolm asked Mr. Leroy as they entered the school's large front door.
"You did great!" the principal said. He turned and exchanged a high-five with Malcolm. "Just great! I mean, we did great. Mrs. Pidgeon will treasure that video, and that poem, forever. It was wonderful.
"We shouldn't boast," he added. Then he looked down at his wet, slush-covered feet, sighed, and said, "My shoes are toast."
Gooney Bird, walking past, had overheard the conversation. She grinned and gave the principal a thumbs-up sign. "Couplet," she said. "Not bad, Mr. L."