Whenever on fall-tingle mornings you suddenly hearThe bluebonnet matins of eight-year olds grow near
Then nearer your pictureframe window that opens wide ...
On a frost-fingered world of saffron and gold outside ...
Whenever you see diminutive caravans swinging
Red satchels of books and boxes of lunch and
Flinging their Lilliput missles of laughter toward heaven
And you ... whose eyes fill up with revery (and dew)
Wherever, whenever you watch schoolchildren pass
Whose gay-goose litanies arise en masse
Remember that blocks away or miles away
Are teachers with halos of chalk and feet of clay!
Really good, Margie. Groups of little children on the way to school means teachers who are earning their halos. Very nice.
ReplyDeletelove it...halos of chalk! you are the best!
ReplyDeletei always envied the kids who were able to walk to school. i had to ride the bus. i hated riding the bus!
ReplyDeleteHi Margie, how so true this is. you sure do paint a pretty picture. I hope you are enjoying Spring. I have missed you. Take care.
ReplyDeleteThis is really good, my dear!
ReplyDeleteLOVED IT!
Are you in that picture?
;)
Dulce...xoxo
Ya know, Margie, these lines are really GOOD. And I am NOT surprised. You stirke me as one who does things the right way, the first time.
ReplyDeleteRight or wrong, keep it up, please!
What a wonderful poem, Margie! I remember those days as a child - when the first day of school was one of nervousness and great excitement. I know now that my mother was feeling the same excitement for different reasons because I felt them, too, when my kids went back to school :)
ReplyDeleteIt's beautifully written that's n suprise, it's all positive until the feet of clay, I wonder about that???
ReplyDeleteLove this one! It has so many emotions all wrapped into one. As a child feeling the excitement of anew with new shoes , new clothes and that new book bag. As a teacher beginning a new school year with anticipation as to what your class will be like. As a parent watching you children go out into the world with a tear in the eye knowing how they have grown. This poem is so very touching.
ReplyDeleteDREAMS, KISSES AND GOOD EASTER TO ALL!
ReplyDeleteHI MARGIE-
ReplyDeletewonderful sentiments - beautifully designed with such purpose and thought.
Love you
Gail
peace.....
What a sweet picture to accompany your lovely poem depicting a routine scene of eight year olds carrying their bags and walking to school where teachers await them!
ReplyDeleteI make a long travel to past dear
ReplyDeletefriend..thanks!
Happy-Healty Weekend!
I used to be one of the kids who walked to school.It was so much of fun.
ReplyDeleteBut sometimes I did want to ride the bus.Beautifully expressed.Happy easter to you and your family
your poetry is so gentle...and sweet...Sarah
ReplyDeleteMargie,
ReplyDelete__Two grand poems here. The value of youth so well brought to us in your words. Do we wish things could be... as they once were?
"halos of chalk, feet of clay" __These words of yours, I think, point to: 'perhaps we are all teachers... lauded at times, but subject to all human failures.'
Best wishes, Margie! _m
Margie, you get progressively better with each new work!
ReplyDeleteWonderful work that made me so nostalgic even for filling of the satchels of my boys - a particular smell of leather. I walked to school as a child of the 50's Halcyon days of fun and laughter.
ReplyDeleteA very Happy Easter to you and yours Margie and thank you for this.x
A very Happy Easter TO you and your family dear Margie.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem ...i just loved the BW picture attached along,are you in it ?Hmmm..my daughter's school starts from tomorrow...its strange but your poems and the happenings in my life really correlate ...smiles !!
Your lines here are taking me back to my school days dear friend.I'm feeling so nostalgic about those days. Happy Easter Margie.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks to everyone that took the time to visit and leave a comment on this poem.
ReplyDeleteYou honor me with your visits and special comments.
So very busy today and have no time to do a separate reply to each one of you.
To those that asked if I was in the picture, no, I was not.
Wishing everyone a most wonderful weeeknd!
Margie :)
xx
Beautiful, what I perceive as a tribute to teachers.;)
ReplyDeleteYour poems have always a wonderful depth dear Margie,
xoxo
Zuzana
i am truly thankful for the teachers...i volunteer for art twice a week at my boys school...and back in the day i spent 3 years as a teacher myself....
ReplyDeleteMARGIE, Whenever and wherever...
ReplyDeleteWhenever, whenever you write it is a bit of marvelous! And the photo--it is my sister and I and the girl from the next farm (Betty) walking to St Dominic School 70 years ago.
And Sr. Rose Gertrude wore a halo of chalk and had clay feet. See what I mean? MARVELOUS!
PEACE!