Introduction To Poetry
I had a fifth grade teacher named Mrs. Eastwood.
What she did for me was something very good.
I can recall from my long vivid memory,
that she was the teacher who introduced me to poetry.
She gave us an assignment to compose an anthology.
My work included poems by others as well as me.
The seeds were planted way back in fifth grade.
What a great impression on me this teacher made.
What started as an acorn had grown into an oak.
However, that big tree went up in smoke.
My old man threw my work out without a second thought.
His action would leave me disappointed and distraught.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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