Long Schoolteacher Poems
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I wanted to be a writer
When I was just a young teen
But I was so incredibly shy
And kids can be so mean.
Then a new teacher came along.
He had such a different view.
I no longer felt embarrassed
By the writing that I'd do.
He made me feel I had a gift
And that it should be shared.
To him I admitted my hopes
And I felt that he really cared.
Mr. Sowden encouraged extra work,
To write about whatever we wanted.
So I wrote and wrote and wrote some more.
The words just flew, undaunted.
My grade ten English teacher
Read my work out loud
And winked when the class applauded,
For the first time I felt proud.
I never signed my real name.
The class didn't know it was me
But my work garnered admiration,
On display for all to see.
That was the year I learned that
What I wrote was pretty good.
I just needed time for confidence to grow
And that, Mr. Sowden, understood.
He made us see the written word
In a way that made us aware.
So I would like to thank him,
The English teacher who really did care.
Allow me the opportunity to acquaint you with a few particulars regarding the background to our story and place the principals securely in the context of the setting in which we take our sojourn with them. Our story begins once upon a Mardi Gras, in a mythical city where time and space maintain a tenuous truce, and logic figures into no part of the alliance. In that city, there lived a happy family that answered to the name of Babineaux. The Babineaux family lived in a tidy little flat on the corner of Iberville and Dauphine, just a few blocks from Jean Lafitte National Historical Park and Preserve. It is a historic neighborhood.
Algebra Babineaux, the mother, had been a schoolteacher on a Choctaw reservation in Oklahoma before she married Papa, whom she met while visiting relatives in Quebec. They moved to New Orleans after inheriting a small shop in the French Quarter from a benevolent relative. Algebra Babineaux is reverent. She sings grace every morning at breakfast while the family holds hands around the kitchen table, "The Lord is good to me, and so I thank the Lord for giving me the things I need, the sun, the rain and the apple seed. The Lord is good to me."
Algebra Babineaux also possesses a firm belief in the sanctity of justice. Her motto is, 'keep the faith.' She’s a country girl who likes her grits thick. Her belief in the rule of law is so strong, she makes it a point to always butter everyone’s breakfast toast on both sides so that if a slice might accidentally drop to the floor, there’d be no possible chance of violating the Tumbling Toast Corollary to Murphy’s Law.
When I was at school
We had a test to see
If I could tell the difference
Of colors in front of me.
We all stood there in a single line
I didn't know what to do
The teacher showed us purple
I thought it was blue.
Then we had another test
This time on our own
We had to spot a number
Within a colored zone.
The first was a red seven
On a white back ground
I thought this test was easy
But it got harder as I found.
The third page was so different
The number I couldn't see
For that page was full of dots
It completely baffled me.
My mate was standing next to me
He whispered number three
The teacher saw what he was doing
And said hey you leave him be.
The number there I could not tell
The colors blew my mind
Then the teacher turned and said
Are you color blind.
So from that day the colors I see
May not be quite true
If you see the color purple
I will see it blue.
Traditions for the next President
by Edmund Siejka
Why is it that a President
Is always a Boss
Never a worker?
Always a schoolyard bully
Never a hero?
Always a pretender
Never a king?
I want an average
Everyday kind of person
For President.
I want a President who owned a small business
Worked 14 hour days
To keep his store afloat.
Or a wait staff
In a busy diner
Working back to back shifts
For tips and loose change.
I want a truck driver and his wife
Who scrimped and saved
So their kids could go to college.
Couldn’t one of them be President?
How about someone born of recent immigrants for President?
Whose parents didn’t speak English
But who made something of herself
She could teach us about determination and overcoming hardships.
Or a veteran?
Yeah, don’t forget about them
Didn’t they serve when a lot of people were busy going to college?
For President I want that retired schoolteacher
Who taught bored teenagers
And still managed to keep her sanity.
I want to know why this isn’t possible.