Treasure Island

Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

for a teacher


teacher o so wise all do cry of the
bounty sweet words flowing ever
from your lips.
teacher of the bright lights in Brazil
such students are thrilled by
your love of them.
teacher so skilled wayward the
path you haven chosen
to share.
teacher high in canopy tops from
the winds your hand does hold
the keys for tomorrow.
Teacher, its me now, I am full of you,
still you must teach me more, I wait..

Submitted: Monday, December 22, 2008
Edited: Thursday, February 18, 2010

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