Jerry T Curtis Poet Rhyme

To My Fourth Grade Teacher

When I'm feeling a bit put down
And the best I can muster, is a pitiful frown
I hold in my hand a gift given me
By a special person,
I'm sure you'll agree
It's not much to most people
No, no value as such
But to me, just me, 
It has always meant so much. 
It was a simple thing it seemed
But thoughtful beyond measure
A Buck Eyed Chestnut from her tree
And to me a life's treasure. 

I still have it , 

It's on my desk, Thank You B Shaw

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Daniel Turner July 21, 2018 at 11:56 AM Great gift and a fantastic poem, Jerry:)

Lindsay Laurie July 16, 2018 at 8:27 PM G'day Jerry … you jogged my memory Mate. My wife had a hernia operation and I gave plastic flowers from a gift shop. 40 years later we still have them - thanks Jerry - Lindsay