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Teachers
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Cliff McDuffie
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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The people we probably remember the rest of our life and owe so much to.
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They stand before us,
most of our life.
They teach us to read,
to spell and to write.
Oft times they’re forgotten
as time rolls by,
but they’re the ones
who taught us to try.
They come in all sizes.
Both short and tall.
They grade our papers
and monitor the hall.
They blow our nose
and dry our eyes.
In time, most become,
the ones we idolize.
Some are warm,
gentile and kind.
Others are tough.
All teach us to mind.
Their pleasure in life,
comes not from their earning
but to see a youngster,
in the process of learning.
These special people,
who cheer from our bleachers,
are known world round,
simply as TEACHERS.
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| Reviewed by John Domino |
8/16/2009 |
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Bravo! Well done. Whatwouldwedowithoutthemteacherfolks?
Amen! |
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
4/11/2009 |
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| Very nicely done, Cliff. Teaching is one of the most rewarding jobs anyone can ever have; however, it is a hard job since a teacher has to wear many hats. In an eight hour day, she does the job of about four people--not counting all the carry home work. You've written a very nice tribute to teachers. |
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| Reviewed by Stan Law |
4/11/2009 |
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| I wish more people appreciated those teachers who truly dedicated their lives to teaching the little ones. Nicely put. |
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