shores.where.imprints.stay, happily
May 1st, 2009
You never forget a good teacher. The more edifying the teacher, the more frequently you remember them as you get older and credit them for being the zanny, non-conformist, dead-poet-society types they we’re…
Anyhow I stepped out the house this morning, walked through the garden square and saw this poem being stencilled on the floor by artist, Samantha Mitchell.
‘If‘ is no ordinary poem for me; it was read to me at aged 10, by a great teacher. He made the class memorize it, and it’s essence has remained embedded since. The sands of time have gathered, trials have unfurled their relentless waves, but it’s imprint has never left. It is happily mine.
