Teacher,
What a small word to mean so much.
I am now discovering more,
I read and study until I fall asleep at night.
It just all seemed to be impossible hard,
It becomes something dreamed for.
In the end, I do not want to do any other thing as much.
A look of life outside myself that made me look forward,
instead of backward.
The engine that drives me is, surely, love,
What I do, what I love to do, what I want to do,
And so to here. To now.
What a small word to mean so much,
Teacher.
In my top 5 favorite found poems created from the Paulsen article. Well done, Miss Future Teacher!
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy that everyone enjoyed this found poem so much. This was my first one, maybe I had beginners luck ; ) I think the found poem is a great way to express what you want to say in a non-threatening way. I also think that it is a great way to remember what you want from an article or chapter, I found it a very useful tool while reading Routman.
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