![]() Ode to Kelly McMichaelA Poem by Derek Thiem![]() A poem for a friend and fellow teacher![]() Ode to Kelly McMichael She’s all red curls And metaphors. She’s similes crushed With mortar and pestle To release their fragrance. She is the sunrise smile Of an Autumn morning. She is the guider Of the River Averyl, Leading her through Curves and switchbacks, A cartographer Of her geography, And guiding her Gently to the sea. She is Earth Mother And Goddess of the Sky. She has the quick feet Of a prairie bunny Running through the brush. She is taxi And cook And waitress And maid And police woman And fire fighter And songstress And poet But most of all, She is teacher. She is guru She is sage She is an actress On a stage Front of an audience Of students Who lean forward Almost imperceptibly Toward the whisper Of her words of wisdom. She is instructor In the deadly arts Of grammar and syntax, The artistry of punctuation. She develops plots For lessons, Each teaching moment A new character, The rising action Of the lesson Coming to life In a fury Of multicolored Whiteboard markings Made with architectural Precision. The lesson The lesson The lesson Reaches its climax Of what the f**k the students Are actually supposed to learn From this Then descends Through the falling action of Checking for understanding And the eventual Resolution Of homework assigned. She goes through These motions With style and grace While balancing state standards On her head. And then, And then, She differentiates Just to show that she can, No, wait a minute. It’s not showing off. It’s that student. The one who didn’t get it. She reaches her arms out And gently says Come Come I will show you. © 2017 Derek ThiemFeatured Review
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