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“Gratitude To Old Teachers” – Robert Bly When we stride or stroll across the frozen lake, We place our feet where they have never been. We walk upon the unwalked. But we are uneasy. Who is down there but our old teachers? Water that… Continue Reading ““Gratitude To Old Teachers” by Robert Bly”
Here’s a little something I wrote in honor of my high school English teacher, Constance Person. It was a big class in a big high school in the big city, and I was terrified of being called upon. I was a shy country mouse… Continue Reading “Constance”