teachers are good people
to put up with groups of children
who are aptly regarded as a handful
we mustn’t whip education at a fever pace
until it’s homogenized, generalized,
historically meaningless to them
we can help at home by passing along
lessons learned from our past, personal stories,
events from our family elder’s lives
so what lesson do i give?,
my grandchildren are spinning so fast
they couldn’t hear me if i knew what to say
perhaps i’ve written something here for them,
or perhaps their children will read it, some other year,
they’ll figure out life's mysteries when they’re ready
when they wonder and amaze
about who they are
and what we went through to get here
before TV and computers took all of our time
when sunset and a rainbow
and music played at home was family entertainment
when the evening sky filled with brilliant stars
horsepower was hitched to a wagon
and every barn had hand tools and a saddle
when we made promises
and did our best to keep them,
while looking forward to the challenges of tomorrow
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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2 comments:
This one hits home with me. I love that you use the word "homogenized" in this poem. It's so true. Too often, our children are warehoused and rushed to "fill in the blank," simply for the sake of getting a score. It's not a true learning experience.
And I love that you mention computers and television. Awesome poem!
Thank you, Julie.
I do enjoy and look forward to
reading your excellent work
at The Bullaloe Pen
http://juliebuff.wordpress.com/
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