Classroom

It’s a long time since I went to school and memory can do strange things to what actually happened. The photo is certainly from my old school, but the poem takes teaching in a whole new direction, making school more bizarre than real …

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CLASSROOM

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three aspens                                               
tied with purple ribbon
I laid on teacher’s desk

she placed them in an inkwell
and used the stems
for letter-writing

fireweed she planted
beside a pond
for the flourishing of bees

honey we shared
behind the woodstove
on cold mornings

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first published in The Outreach Connection

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A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan