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To be a teacher,
to crawl into your classroom
on a boggy Monday,
to try to light a fire with
wet matches,
to strike and strike again,
to see a flicker of light
in the eye of a student,
to blow softly on the
embers,
to see them blown out
with the wrong words,
then roar to life with
a question well put.
To be a teacher,
to strike and strike
again.
April 23, 2005