being straight shooter
needed another tutor
who knew computer
being straight shooter
needed another tutor
who knew computer
when riding scooter
we would need a computer
to be our tutor
After School Tutor.
They want my blood, to hunt me down.
Their opinions formed with a frown.
Don’t need facts. Believe what’s told.
But here’s the truth, black and bold.
I have a weekly hour with your child.
To undo the mess the school’s compiled
I work and coach, with little gratitude.
Your child’s education has been screwed.
I teach the illiterate, how to write.
But parents want success over night.
Never blame schools for a wasted day
Blame the firefighter, for whom they pay.
Convention says school’s way is correct!
I prove them wrong, whatever next?
I look down, with smug, smiley eyes.
Teach them to read, spell and analyse.
David Cox 20/04/23
Let's celebrate teachers--give them a big hand!
For they hold the treasure a child's mind needs.
They open doors to discovery's wondrous land;
then urge them along to help them succeed.
Their drive and coaxing we feel throughout life--
whispers of "you know you can do much more."
Life, you told us, is not won without strife,
so, "get busy, let's see what you have in store."
When recalling school days, who comes to mind?
Schoolmates in classes, acquaintances fleet.?
Along with your good friends, who do you find?
I'll bet it's the ones who made learning sweet.
Miss McMillan, who came with us from Jr. High.
Iris and Byron Chew stretched our brains far.
Miss Mershon said let's give pyramids a try.
Mrs. Babcock had us reach for a star.
Thanks, teachers, for giving us distant shores
to visit, and snow-capped mountains to climb.
Thanks for holding our children's hands in yours
guiding their journey through momentous times.
Thanks for helping those who have tutor needs;
for late nights grading papers without end.
You smile as we leave, for you planted seeds.
All this, and you manage to be a friend!
May 31, 2022
WORDS OF THE TUTOR
Make me your captivator
Not your beautiful heart creditor.
Look yp to heaven, see the creator
Watching the heartless bebtor.
The handwritten of the author
Was rehearsed by the actor.
Make your heart the faciltator
Then shall you find a mentor
Driving carefully with the motor
In the absence of the captor
Who is not ready for the factor
Hence, he strife as a motivator.
Make move with your mediator
You will see those who pastor
Before the mad aired educator.
Love made before the crazy doctor
Was in the words of the tutor.
I will look up to the monitor
As my legible guarator.
The cutting edge of Fall
Shears the leaves from trees,
Exposing them as ramrod tall
Soldiers soon to freeze.
These warriors of wood
Battle with the gale
Defiantly they’re braced, and should
Be, when Fall-winds wail.
Are we as brave as well?
How will we bear the burn
Of winter’s sleeted, bone-chilled hell?
Trees, help us learn.
The cutting edge of Fall
Shears the leaves from trees,
Exposing them as ramrod tall
Soldiers soon to freeze.
These warriors of wood
Battle with the gale
Defiantly they’re braced, and should
Be, when Fall-winds wail.
Are we as brave as well?
How will we bear the burn
Of winter’s sleeted, bone-chilled hell?
Trees, help us learn.
The cutting edge of Fall
Shears the leaves from trees,
Exposing them as ramrod tall
Soldiers soon to freeze.
These warriors of wood
Battle with the gale
Defiantly they’re braced, and should
Be, when Fall-winds wail.
Are we as brave as well?
How will we bear the burn
Of winter’s sleeted, bone-chilled hell?
Trees, help us learn.
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