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 …




three aspens                                               5A classroom
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


first published in The Outreach Connection


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

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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