Graphic by Billie
The Slate
To teach someone else is to be a scribewright,
Awakening knowledge and childish delight.
Forming the letters, and making the sounds
And later we’ll learn about verbs and pronouns.
For now we’ll attend to this ancient rite,
We’ll practice, and scribble, and then we’ll recite.
The learning is fun as a new thing can be,
A secret code leading to literacy.
There’s patience required when learning to write,
Tiny fingers discover chalk puts up a fight.
The teacher must also control her sweet charm,
For the sake of the student who’s attached to her arm.
There’s only one way to get everthing right,
Every sound has a symbol we can hear at its sight,
And soon the young maiden will craft her own thought,
And she’ll thank her dear teacher with what she’s been taught.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . April 18, 2004
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