Her storm on the brow, looking up a word
I remember myself, reading
The dictionary, a geologist
In the cave of light.
She looks up and that whole apple smile
Makes the teacher’s day.
The boy in the group of guys
Is working hard. He needs everybody’s
Attention. He’s worth it; they all laugh.
But I see how hard he struggles with his
Need to be seen and celebrated not
Drawn close and loved. He wishes he knew it
But is afraid to go for the final
Prize which she always wins with accepting
Eyes. He’s angry, frustrated how can there
Be another throne in the hall, a seat
He’s afraid to get to without his fierce
Army. Don’t give me what I must fight for.
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4 comments:
Ahhh..you've come up with such a lively description of the classroom! As an ex-teacher I could immediately identify with it...
all the different undercurrents..
the students..
:))
Have a great weekend!
Cheers!
Thanks Pins! Wonderful comment. What an interesting world for teachers!
Such complex feelings expressed so well, the search for a way to value and celebrate everyone
Thanks Sue! We see so many students and they have such varieties of behavior patterns. They were actually in two different classes last semmester but, for the poem, I put them in the same class because the contrast worked so well in helping to understand the real issues here. I knew you'd see some of your classroom experiences here!
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