June 19, '13
A Consuming Occupation
Happy my years of teaching though passing few -
Ever since I watched my fourth grade teacher stand
And take the desk keys in her beautiful chalk- dusted hand,
I have known what I wanted to do.
But the past has claimed my teaching of the young -
Newer things beckon ahead in the sun -
Occupations may differ but all are life's summits,
At my current peak, you can find me writing sonnets.
What if I could combine poetry and writing,
With teaching to a group of peers -
Call it "a literary summit - hands on - exciting",
Where choice of work and pleasure adheres?
Recall Frost who wanted to make his avocation
and vocation one -
Earth and heaven benefit only when work is
passionately done.
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