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The First Ever Teachers

The first ever teachers now idle at the entrance, with feet benumbed. Drunk with feelings and wisdom being ebbed, they fly lies, he said – not me. Crowned with thorns, wearing briers and clenching our rags HOME we left. Shelters mocked at us and insults rained on us; here, we stand again but at the entrance. Shall we rush into the class as a troop and sprinkle emotions on the withering plants. 02/08/2020

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Date: 8/22/2020 8:26:00 PM
A touching moment, poignantly expressed, Newton. Kindergarten is what I'm seeing, or little ones' first day at school.
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Date: 8/23/2020 3:57:00 AM
Thank you so much for your visit and this great comment, Sigrid!! I feel I have been humbled. We may interpret it as the little ones' first day at school. I personally meant students generally and incorporating emotions into education through poetry.