Don't tread on me begonas boy,
the rural science teacher said,
on my first day at my new school.
I stepped off the green
and flowered things he spoke of
and stepped on the path.
Greyfield you take the new lad
into greenhouse and show him
what to do, the teacher said
in his rough manner.
I walked with Greyfield
to the greenhouse,
and he showed me around,
picking up plants
and giving them names,
which meant nothing to me.
I felt like a cabin boy
in Nelson's times
with his first real
glance of the sea.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC
Don't tread on me begonas boy,
the rural science teacher said,
on my first day at my new school.
I stepped off the green
and flowered things he spoke of
and stepped on the path.
Greyfield you take the new lad
into greenhouse and show him
what to do, the teacher said
in his rough manner.
I walked with Greyfield
to the greenhouse,
and he showed me around,
picking up plants
and giving them names,
which meant nothing to me.
I felt like a cabin boy
in Nelson's times
with his first real
glance of the sea.
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