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H. Arlequin Member
since 1999-08-23
Posts 210 |
Teachers A whining wind blows tumbleweed across its arid yard, a broken window can't impede the dusty disregard as teachers' hasty mea culpas paper the schoolroom floor, a busied class, the grand ideas, has rushed to re-explore. Blackboard scribblings still in place, forgotten their review, jokes, and smiles whose chats retrace the searching of a few for tools by which good tropes are made, to find closeness transcends when bon vivants in mien conveyed a thirst for lifelong friends. Who knows the dingy history, of wasting one room schools retelling ancient mystery and duty's golden rules to wide-eyed wondering wannabes absorbing every word? Those sages engaged Truth's decrees, their tests assured it heard! So promenade with well-earned pride your graduation stage, faithful teachers, let us provide applause, the tribute page, vocation done, a race well run, and accolades of grace. Embrace in peace the setting sun our books mark well your place. --HA |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Excellent, H.A.! Another book worthy piece! Denise |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Excellent poetry... yep, definately book material. |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
This reminded me of an old school house in MO where I used to spend my summers as a child. Great write and count me in for the "click" |
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