Fisherman-Teacher
Lessons you teach, they do not find in school,
No words, nor chalk, no talking tall.
Fisherman-Teacher (Internet photo)
Wherever you go your silence draws a crowd,The strong or the lame, the shy or the proud;Each bite, each pull, each step, the children watch;For how long matters not. It is the catch.
Your rod a magic wand, focus of your fad;Under the blue sky and cap you're faceless,And they don’t know if you are happy or sad;Whatever, a special guest you are no less.
Lessons you teach, they do not find in school,No words, nor chalk, and no talking tall;Patience, patience, who waits is not a fool,Waiting for his fish whether big or small.
Years from now they too, will take over the trade,To catch their fish, or set forth free;Beyond the fishing line, will they be afraid?Beyond patience, it’s a great story. ~
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