To undertake so great a task
to mold a mind or remove a mask
that hides the face of disbelief
and covers up self doubting grief.
To bring to life some mode of thought
where once before was but naught.
To shed some light on things unknown
or plant a seed where none has grown.
All these things are done with love
and seem to be the duties of...
To instill knowledge where none was before
to clear out barriers and closing doors.
Giving understanding to those in need
a special call it is to heed.
To give so freely of oneself
and help dust cobwebs from the shelf
of a mind so eager to learn new things
to give hearts hope; imaginations wings.
All this is done to satisfy
the what, where, how and why.
To motivate and give new skills
to an opened mind that yearns for thrills.
Though some may sit and blankly stare
it doesn't take away the care
that is given to those who ask so oft
to have thoughts lifted to an airy loft.
Always done without push or shove
these are daily duties of...
This is an awsome tribute to teachers. definately original and clever. the rhyme sceme was persect and original and te meter was unaltered. It read smoothly all the way through and it seems that your english teacher taght you alot! I can not find any thing to complain about. Great poem!!