My Teachers, Old and New

A Poem By Hannah W. // 8/7/2008

My teachers, they were fickle things
When I was still at school
One day they’d be oh so mean
The next day oh so cool.

They say you need a good night’s sleep,
Be sure to get lots of rest,
But here we are, at one o’ clock,
Still studying for that test!

But now my teachers are much more gentle,
More patient and more kind,
I think they must be the best teachers
That ever I could find.

They’re certainly not super heroes,
Indeed, they’re volunteers,
But they’re the ones I’m glad to have,
Raise your glass to Mom and Dad… Cheers!



I love the constent flow of the poem!!

Bernadette | Thu, 08/07/2008