Teaching High
I left my class tonight full, exhausted.
Every joint aches and barely able to walk.
The trip to the car was barely mustered,
and I reflected a time on the talk.
I had completed a three-hour class
and felt as I had in a marathon.
I had left all that I am in a mass
back there in the class and I had truly won
their hearts and minds by truth-telling them
of Aztecs and conquistadores, Buddhist
monks on great voyages, ancient times when
there was romance, intrigue and a long line
of compelling moments were woven last night
into a history that was done right.
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2016
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