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 and the power a teacher can possess.
My mind was hardwired (or should that be softwired?) 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.
Enjoy 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 softwired 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 softwiring 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
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