"Stepping Up"
We made the sugar doughnuts in a pot of oil last night,
The folks from Costa Rica and their local cousins – right
Here in the kitchen of our home – two boys with families,
And recipe great-grandma gave to generations these.Each took their place and played a part (’cept baby Nicholas);
We beat, and stirred, and sifted, laughed as flour covered us;
When done, we shook our product in a bag of sugar fine,
Then munched upon our product at this special Christmas time.Just like the poem’s project of a bench each student made,
Then took back to their farmsteads, so, cuts sanded, lines they’d laid;
For learning is a mix of moving us from where we are,
To where we’ll soon be living – not the same, but not too far.I hate it when the obstacles are those now found within,
As aging-teacher eggs forgets, much needed to begin;
But second son steps to the plate, and fetches twelve from store;
A part of lesson not forgotten – learned some years before.“Augmented text” (with photographs) have ambiguity;
Those shoes – are they the teacher’s ones? Who’s is the picture’s view?
Is there another in the pix? What does the pix suggest?
Still-life refers to life outside the frame, when at its best).I had not seen the pencil stub until last line was read,
Then it became the focal point to which the story led;
Self-learning goes beyond the bounds of teacher’s best-laid plans –
So what is best remembered often goes to foreign lands.Thanks Lord for this.
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