Poetry

A Teacher Died
by Earl Bergland, October 24, 1997

Who dares nimbly strut our staid harbor bridge?*
Hey, you, self anointed sage of lass and lad,
Podium puffer spouting life’s pillars,
You, bulwark, offset of pothole pluggers!

Ya, you, candle blaze in Socrates’ fist,
Magic translator of order symbols,
Hydro dam turbo of empowerment
Sparking the crowing kite flights of children.

Good Fairy wanding hugs to needy imps,
Tribe guard of codes, rituals pilot our sleigh.
Herb doc dabbing social potion on babes,
Implant how dear the uniqueness of one.

Trust and confidence braid taut; wizard croon,
“Power and Greed shall not conjure our gloom.”


notes:
*harbor bridge = front of classroom



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