Stars like diamonds,
Stud the skies. But only
One in a million
Guides the wandering bark.
Many a gardener grow
Plants from seeds, but only
The greatest blooms the
Flower of inspiration.
Teachers, mentors, guides, they
Come and go. Yet only the
Best, stimulate the
Quest of inquisition.
Classes crowd the day’s schedule
Each 40 minutes long.
It is the true guide who fills
Each minute,
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run.
She escapes with us
Into the clock-less land of ever
Beyond all the timefors
Before the bell rings and
Slots us back into the day.
Time flies by, as does
Life: impatient, unforgiving.
Yet the memories of such a
Special person,
Will remain, long after goodbyetime.
This is a poem I wrote for the farewell of one of the best teachers I ever came across. In case anyone's wondering, I have taken ideas from the following poems:-
If - Rudyard Kipling
"Let me not to the marriage..." (Sonnet 116) - William Shakespeare
Half-past two - U. A. Fanthorpe
These were poems she had taught us during the term, so I intentionally wove them in, to remind her of the memories. I have the utmost respect for the works mentioned above - so no plagiarism intended.
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