Trying to explain,
I struggled to simplify
-only made complex.
Copyright 2010
Showing posts with label Teacher. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Teacher. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Child's Special Moment
Sitting in small chairs,
Parents and teacher talking
-as child shows drawings.
Copyright 2009
Parents and teacher talking
-as child shows drawings.
Copyright 2009
Sunday, July 13, 2008
As It Was Told....
One Single Impression: Myth
On the raft for days,
I called out to Poseidon
-behold! an island
He looked up to God,
Raised his staff, the sea parted
-people delivered
Wisdom of the Teacher
by Edward S. Gault.
It was forbidden to go
To the Place Of The Towers
The Spirits of the Ancients dwelt there
-and they were evil.
It was they who harnessed the Dark Powers
That would bring death to their world.
It was our Teacher who told us
much of what we needed to know.
And there was a lot, we knew, he dared not tell us
-trying to protect us.
Even us, the few who the tribe Honored with learning
-have to be protected from certain truths.
But only one would be chosen to be the Tribe's New Teacher
Most of us would be scribes.
That was fine.
Few,if any of us wanted to be the Teacher
-God, the cost!
It was Chosen Student who would go and dwell in the The Towers for a week-
Our teacher though, came back
-and many in the Tribe believed he was possessed.
Many never made it back.
That's why our tribe only has one teacher
-and he is very old.
All we could do sit and look dumbly into the fire
As he recounted all he knew of those ancient times
-horror after horror.
On the night he chose his successor (God help him!),
He told us he was going to die.
But he wanted us to know that much of what we had heard
-about the flying machines or the Great Plagues and Famines
were simply myth or exaggeration.
For example, the world as we knew it
could never have supported 7 billion people.
It was a disc, not a planet,
and the sun would continue to orbit
-as long as we made the necessary sacrifices.
Copyright 2008
On the raft for days,I called out to Poseidon
-behold! an island
He looked up to God,Raised his staff, the sea parted
-people delivered
Wisdom of the Teacher
by Edward S. Gault.
It was forbidden to goTo the Place Of The Towers
The Spirits of the Ancients dwelt there
-and they were evil.
It was they who harnessed the Dark Powers
That would bring death to their world.
It was our Teacher who told us
much of what we needed to know.
And there was a lot, we knew, he dared not tell us
-trying to protect us.
Even us, the few who the tribe Honored with learning
-have to be protected from certain truths.
But only one would be chosen to be the Tribe's New Teacher
Most of us would be scribes.
That was fine.
Few,if any of us wanted to be the Teacher
-God, the cost!
It was Chosen Student who would go and dwell in the The Towers for a week-
Our teacher though, came back
-and many in the Tribe believed he was possessed.
Many never made it back.
That's why our tribe only has one teacher
-and he is very old.
All we could do sit and look dumbly into the fire
As he recounted all he knew of those ancient times
-horror after horror.
On the night he chose his successor (God help him!),
He told us he was going to die.
But he wanted us to know that much of what we had heard
-about the flying machines or the Great Plagues and Famines
were simply myth or exaggeration.
For example, the world as we knew it
could never have supported 7 billion people.
It was a disc, not a planet,
and the sun would continue to orbit
-as long as we made the necessary sacrifices.
Copyright 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
A First Achievement
Small children gather,Teacher passes out black caps
-their first graduation.
Copyright 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Happy Mother's Day To Mothers Everywhere: Poems Old And New
xxxxxxxxxI
-you knew me better.
xxxxxxxxxII
-no one believed in.
xxxxxxxxxIII
You told me one day
Uniforms can't measure us.
-So much they don't say.
Copyright 2008
Little Hobo
by Edward S. Gault
My mother pointed out to me,
As she helped me put on
The various parts of my hobo costume,
That winning a contest was not easy.
Other kids may have worked harder.
I should not get my hopes up, or
My expectations too high.
She did not want me to
Suffer the blow when I didn’t win.
Still, I carried home a blue ribbon that day.
Copyright 2007
Little Hobo was originally published last October.
When the teacher said
That I would not fit in there-you knew me better.
xxxxxxxxxII
Many years ago,
You read to a little boy-no one believed in.
xxxxxxxxxIII
You told me one day
Uniforms can't measure us.
-So much they don't say.
Copyright 2008
Little Hobo
by Edward S. Gault
My mother pointed out to me,
As she helped me put on
The various parts of my hobo costume,
That winning a contest was not easy.
Other kids may have worked harder.
I should not get my hopes up, or
My expectations too high.
She did not want me to
Suffer the blow when I didn’t win.
Still, I carried home a blue ribbon that day.
Copyright 2007
Little Hobo was originally published last October.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
When A Teacher Is Also A Friend.
You were my mentor,I wish I could hear you now
-so hard across the years.
Copyright 2008
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