ENGLISH TEACHER
Waiting impatiently with great anticipation,
Each student’s face with expectation shone.
Long and lean, with hands that could speak,
English, new surprises at least twice a week
Came from this queen of a woman so kind,
How would she come today, what’s on her mind?
The subject Macbeth, The door opens and look!
Tangled hair, pointed hat, nose like a big hook,
Carrying a pot and a dead frog, back bent over,
She had us caught in the spell and plot of the play
With that entrance before a word she ever say.
We laughed, we tried, we felt and could tell
What Shakespear had in his mind, we each fell
Into the play, we took sides as the story we did tell.
Fifty years later I remember her and what she taught,
I love reading and poetry, great fruit has been brought
From my English teacher who never ran anyone down
And never wore her black, flowing crow-like gown.
Many tales of joy could I tell, many saga’s spin
About an English teacher that to me was kind within.

M Ann Margetson February 22, 2002