From the view of a teacher I have to concede
that it’s better for children to add, write and read.
So I welcome the school year with joy in my heart
hoping minds of tomorrow will get a good start.
Here I am at my desk with a syllabus plan;
every pupil potential, as much as they can.
Basic learning the key for inquiring minds;
the three R’s form definitive, exquisite lines.
As to reading, perhaps Charles Dickens will do;
Expectations so Great, Tale of Cities, those Two.
Moby Dick is adventure, a whale of a book;
Perhaps sonnets of Shakespeare will warrant a look.
Oh the reading is aerobics for mental might;
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer registers right.
To be sure, modern books are essential, of course;
Harry Potter remains an invaluable force.
There is writing transcending the stroke of a pen;
(I see students with lined notebooks sitting again.)
Thus I grin when I think of what writing can be
by the talent untapped in the vast human sea.
Be it sentence or paragraph—essay extant;
for the most part they overcome thoughts of, I can’t.
Pencils sharpened to fine points of number two lead;
there is sharpness I value inside every head.
Now the math can appear as a block-causing fall;
it is true it is not to be everyone’s call.
Still the basics are rounding in life as a whole;
plays a part in adulthood, whatever the roll.
Long division, percentage, some algebra, sure;
put the mind to the test and let magic occur.
Not the mystical type that the fantasies find;
this is power unleashed by the power of mind.
I arrange for arrival, the young in my class;
there is knowledge beyond Wonderland’s looking glass.
Gaining knowledge is much like a treasure trove turn,
for the journey begins when one’s eager to learn.
I anticipate gladly another school year
since the boys and the girls that I teach are so dear.
Praise the minds of tomorrow, praise be to the schools
because reading and writing and ‘rithmetic rule.