Emergent through emotion In a sychophantic way, Thrilling through my system In recall of teaching’s fray. Those years of inspiration As an aspirant of they… That concrete mass of youthfulness Wherein I spent my day.
Each hour of nervous questing, Each confrontation stored, Each shred of indignation When the master plan proved flawed. Through gyroscopic reason, Through footless halls of pain, An exultation’s bright explosion When that child said... “Please explain?’
And the myriad of starburst When the sky came crashing down When, as if, by touch of magic…. Realisation there…profound! From within that mass of granite-ness Poured enlightenment as gold And hot jewels of satisfaction Flowed within this soul… untold.
The years spent teaching hard country kids in a rural backwater high school were the most satisfying, rewarding working time of my life. M.