Pete Heron

Shouts - Poem by Pete Heron

I resent being a policeman,
Linger through the whitewashed corridors,
I am here to teach,
Mixing with the taste of chalk,
Not hold the children down,
Compounding the barely veiled classroom tensions,
“Sit down, shut up! ” are not words which easily spring to my lips,
Thirty corks bob in water,
Yet to survive I must become someone else,
I struggle to hold them down,
Someone new,
But one by one they slip through my fingers,
And when that happens,
I lose control,
What will that someone want to do?

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2004

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