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1st Grade With Miss Harvison At Thatcher Elementary

1st Grade With Miss Harvison at Thatcher Elementary 
David Walker 

I
Miss Harvison’s smile greeted each taker of
An assigned seat of big kids desks 
in our very first First Grade class 
at Thatcher Elementary 
It was early in September after a 
Long summer and a 
Successful year of half-day kindergarten 
The beginning of numbered grades 
All in a row
12 years was my first glimpse of forever 
II
Miss Harvison was no taller than the 
Tallest boys among us 
And I was proudly one among them 
Gray hair and pale blue eyes 
Thin with the skin of an aging angel 
She made learning fun
She made us want to come
For another chapter of Dick & Jane 
And adding numbers 
III
Miss Harvison never married 
But by 1960 knew 50 years of children 
She was 25 when she first arrived
And had her first 30 in a 
Baptism of fire 
She knew everyone 
by name and by heart
It was the start of a life-long 
love affair with teaching and learning
IV
Miss Harvison has always lived in the 
Memories of a thousand and a half 
Half-pints seated in neat rows  
The children who became her students 
Her treasures 
	Her measures of a meaningful life
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Legros Kelley Avatar
March 26, 2023 at 1:43 PM
This is beautiful, I'm so glad this was a featured poem, or I probably would have missed it. What a precious teacher you had <3
Walker Avatar
March 27, 2023 at 8:25 AM
Thank you, BJ. yes..after all of these years, I still love her..
Hankins Avatar
November 2, 2021 at 9:22 AM
David, this is a wonderful, sweet tribute to a teacher who had a tremendous impact on the lives of so many children. She will live forever in the hearts of the children she taught. Beautiful!
Walker Avatar
November 3, 2021 at 3:22 AM
Thank you, Milton. I remember her so clearly from the distance of 60 years. Pleasant memories
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