Treasure Island

Buxton Shippy

(7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)

Miss Lawrence

To the tall and slender lady
Who first wrote on my mind,

Patiently, you taught us the alphabet
And to count from one to ten;
The joy of learning nursery rhymes,
Always with a smile
And an occasional laughter,

I am ripe as a wood-stump now,
But the formative years have not faded;
I can still see you standing,
Erect, before the black-board;
I can still feel the abacus,
In my lap.

For laying a solid foundation,

Submitted: Monday, March 25, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 02, 2013
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