Women of Wood
Women of Wood
My high school teachers were like chairs,
women of wood, no human cares.
Lasting through decades of wear
their necks were long with hardened stares
from chalk like faces with silver hair.
Backs and spines precision straight
sturdy legs that bore the weight
of heavy ideas, out of date.
We prayed retirement was their fate.
They never ever would sit down
a bulwark fastened to the ground,
with glassy eyes that scanned around.
Like oak they stood so firm and strong,
with hardened hearts to chastise wrong.
Soon to be hewn by saws of time.
My high school teachers were like chairs.
Backs and spines precision straight.
They never ever would sit down.
Like oak they stood so firm and strong.
Soon to be hewn by saws of time.
1/27/18
MINUANETTA - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2018
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