The First Act

August 27, 2014

‘Tis not upon each one of us
To carry the weight of them,
The myriad minds mired in rust
From fragile summer gems.
Our role, as teachers, is to be
Stewards for their lives shaken,
Guides for thoughts to be free,
And provide risks to be taken.
Now, with naught but a week
Left before the first bell rings,
We must be serene, and seek
The quiet time evening brings.
We’re off to the races, friends;
Now, please, put down your pens.  


One Response to “The First Act”

  1. Mike Says:

    A splendid sonnet. Nice work.

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