English Teacher

by Alison McKenzie

I see him
Soft gray spikes hidden by the pepper hair
Just beginning to adorn the beautiful face
That stands at the head of the class
Igniting the minds of teenage charges
How I’d love to sit in that class
Inhale the essence of his lovely

Words written on a chalk board
Definitions and punctuation
Lessons of life spiraling into
Assignments and essays
The crush of intelligence and kind hearted
Ears that actually listen
When I raise my hand to speak

I nearly see beyond the gestures
Into the lonesome soul that teaches
Careful gates always guarding
The gentle heart of
Soft gray spikes just beginning to peek
Through the pepper hair
Wondrous English teacher
Who unveils a gift in every reading
He's hung the moon but
What a tale his thoughts would tell


Author's Note: Some people touch your life and it never fades.

Posted on 11/03/2007
Copyright © 2018 Alison McKenzie

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/03/07 at 02:36 PM

I so enjoy the power of your words and your carefully crafted descriptions. Nothing seems forced in your writings. A fine tribute to this teacher - it makes me think fondly of those who inspired me.

Posted by Julie Adams on 11/05/07 at 10:29 PM

I love this piece...not enough teachers get such a sweet ode...your descriptions are eloquent, and your breaks are lovely!...a pleasure to read, congrats being on the favorites list too, peace, jewels

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