To the empty pitcher, the teacher becomes a well.
To the fallow mind, a planter of seeds.
To the cluttered mind, a gardener to weed, shape,
and clear a space for growing.
To the lens, the teacher is light, and to the mind of light, a lens.
To the sleeper, the teacher is the wake-up call of birds at sunrise.
To clay, the teacher is potter, sculptor, and trainer in self-shaping.
To the wanderer, the teacher is a knowing guide.
To the developed mind, the teacher is colleague, listener, friend.
but the path and its choices,
the task and its demands--the difficulties, the joys.
To all and from all, the teacher is a learner, a person-
-and a prism through which the ordinary continuously
reveals itself to be miraculous.
by Gerald Grow
Division of Journalism
Florida A&M University
Division of Journalism
Florida A&M University
1 comment:
Excellent poem! Thank you, Mr. Lawslo.
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