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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”
I wrote this poem to honor Constance Person, my English Lit teacher in my senior year of high school. It was a large class and she always had the desks arranged in the shape of a square with an opening near the chalkboard. But she spent… Continue Reading “Constance”