Chains: A Poem About The Power of a Teacher

Updated: May 4

So after sharing my poem, "The Colours I've Been" using colours as metaphors to share the stages of a glorious life, I reflected on my journey as a #teacher.


My mind was hardwired by some great teachers as a child. Mr Blant, Mr Dix, Mrs Morely and Mr Smith to name just four; those rare specimens of teachers who touch you in a way that will shape your future for all time. Teaching is such an honourable profession if you use your unique pedestal to preach #positivity and accept that your words have the power to shape a life.


This poem is based on truth. There's no better testimony to your potential influence, than the children, who you once taught, becoming teachers themselves. We are blessed to do what we do.


We must never forget though: with great power comes even greater responsibility.


Chains


A head full of hope

when I am just nine

Alive in each second

Each moment all mine


Along came a teacher

who hardwired my brain

who once in a moment

created a chain


A head full of questions

when I am eighteen

With moments to catch

and worlds to be seen


I’m almost a teacher

Recycling my brain

I’m learning the links

So I can build chains


A head full of pride

when I’m twenty nine

A grown up, inspired

by moments through time


It’s me now the teacher

before hungry brains

A moment inventor

Protector of chains


A head full of dreams

when he was just nine

A child seeking answers

in lessons of mine


It’s he now the teacher

who’s hardwiring brains

A moment magician

who’s lengthening chains


His class full of wonder

with wide open brains

with minds full of marvel

New links in a chain


Mark Bird

Photo by Matthew Lancaster on Unsplash

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