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Roger Turner - Poet
Poems
May 2012
I'll Be A Teacher
.
He sat in back and passed the time
For every day in school
He didn't say he couldn't see
For glasses just weren't cool
Instead he chose a method
That didn't show his flaw
He made himself the new class clown
He would make the class guffaw
His marks were never stellar
His mind was always spinning fast
He used some misdirection
To make the teacher ask him last
He couldn't see the letters
And some were all askew
He just buried himself deeper
What was a boy to do?
Some letters came out backwards
At least those he could see
But he never ever wondered
"Is there help out there for me?"
Dyslexic and bad vision
Didn't make his marks stand out
No one really ever tried to
Find out what he's about
He sat in back in high school
Reputation well in hand
He was not destined for college
That was not what he had planned
Until one day a certain teacher
With long, blonde, golden hair
Made him move up to the front
"You can't see from back there"
She let him use his humour
To divert her from her work
But, this was one tough teacher
And to teach him, she'd not shirk
She knew he had a problem
And that he had alot of pride
She was bound and so determined
To find what he had deep inside
Away from other students
Talking quiet just to him
She told him, she had the same problem
She'd put herself out on a limb
She was proof that help was out there
That he'd not spend life in the back
And that they would work together
They'd develop an attack
Late lessons teaching reading skills
Getting contacts on the sly
He had found a sense of meaning
He could kiss the clown goodbye
He would never be the leader
But, he would be more than he'd shown
And at his graduation
He would show how he had grown
He wasn't keynote speaker
But he stood up all the same
He told the story of his changing
To all of those who came
He showed them how a teacher
Could change a single man
By doing what they're trained for
And doing what they can
There were tears out in the crowd there
Many people sat and cried
As they listened to his story
And came upon his ride
He talked for fifteen minutes
He had captured all these folks
By telling a true story
And not by telling jokes
He finished up his lecture
And he gave the room a thrill
When he said "I'll be a teacher"
And you know...*******...he will.
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Roger Turner - Poet
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