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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Teacher (10/26/06)

TITLE: Of Cathie, Don Or Will
By Noreen Ophoff
11/02/06


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When I was just a little kid
In second grade, you see,
I learned alot of life things
I still tote 'round with me.

The colors bold and brightly hung
Upon the wall in squares.
I could look at them each time
Forgeting, if I'd dare.

Alphabet and numbers each
Were surely one foot tall,
With pictures there for me to see
Recalling one and all.

To start each day I'd leave a space
Upon my wood desk chair.
My Guardian Angel then could come
To spend the day right there.

Before the lessons would begin
Each little head would bow.
"Thank you Jesus for this new day.
Help me through it somehow."

Divide and multiply, by rote,
We chanted til we knew.
(Our Pastor came at Christmas time,
Polished our little shoes.)

A hamster lived within a cage.
Til one day he was out.
His running was a sure surprise
Up teacher's dress--a shout!

She danced a jig, we laughed til tears
Were streaming down our cheeks.
And we retell this story still
From twenty-five hundred weeks.

I learned to spell, and then to sing
Up in a choir loft.
Sometimes my voice was loud and clear,
Or whispering so soft.

Frozen tag, "Mother May I" games
At recess I would play.
Red Rover; marbles in the dirt
Rounded out my day.

Mile trek on a country road
Led to a friendly place.
Homemade bread from the oven sat
Near my Mom's eager face.

To hear the tales that one could tell
Of Cathie, Don or Will;
Of jumping rope and spilling milk
And climbing up life's hill.


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Glorey Wooldridge11/03/06
I thought this flowed well. It was a visual piece and I could imagine scenes as I read them. Well done.
Myrna Noyes11/05/06
Good introductory stanza leading into the rest of your poem! Also, your closing stanza was a nice finishing touch. Your focus seemed more on the student than the teacher, but I did enjoy reading it.