My Teacher

I once had a teacher,
Just a few years back.
Who was filled to the brim,
With no-knowing to lack.

For he had the words,
And he had the fun.
He kept us learning,
Until it was done.

He kept our interest,
And made us real smart.
We were each watching always,
For new things to start.

Our minds were set whirling,
To get to our turn.
And the aim of each person,
Was to master and learn.

For he was a teacher,
Who taught us and cared.
Our knowledge with whipped-cream,
Was the blessings we shared.


E.P. 1908 - 1989