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Oh, how I wish you could see and hear what was done. Today we spoke of what has become history, the present all at once; of how Thunderbirds have lined their nest with feathers of fire, and decorated nest walls with leather laces, strung with beads bummed from a Summer-school Social Studies teacher. It was the best kind of lesson. (A history lesson.) Robert Frost and John Coltrane were present, but you were missing, lost this last year. However, you still live inside of your Never-forgotten instructions: “Go down to Felix Street and see a man named Hans. He’ll show you what to do.” (I did as I was told.) Neither of us knew it then, but what I’d heard was: …”he’ll show you who you are.” He did. And, I still know. Because of a lesson well taught. *** -JBClaywell ©P&ZPublications 2018
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
A Lesson Well Taught
Oh, how I wish you could see and hear what was done. Today we spoke of what has become history, the present all at once; of how Thunderbirds have lined their nest with feathers of fire, and decorated nest walls with leather laces, strung with beads bummed from a Summer-school Social Studies teacher. It was the best kind of lesson. (A history lesson.) Robert Frost and John Coltrane were present, but you were missing, lost this last year. However, you still live inside of your Never-forgotten instructions: “Go down to Felix Street and see a man named Hans. He’ll show you what to do.” (I did as I was told.) Neither of us knew it then, but what I’d heard was: …”he’ll show you who you are.” He did. And, I still know. Because of a lesson well taught. *** -JBClaywell ©P&ZPublications 2018
For: C. Kelley, who is missed in the mist.
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
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