Our Teachers

Good Morning Readers,

For whatever reason, I’ve been recalling many memories of childhood recently and have turned those memories into poems. In my last post, I wrote about the importance of mentoring. Sometimes we don’t have mentors and have to fill the void of learning by ourselves or with our peers. In my childhood there was no social media with all its negatives dangers. Life was far more innocent. Here is a poem that addresses learning in a different era.

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Boy Cave


We crawled into our classroom.
It was school, after-school,
Since no one would teach us
Something we wanted to know.

Hedged, hooded from the sun,
On a neighbor’s corner lot
We dug up the tin box
With the harmless smut,
Passed around the Playboys
Chatted, laughed.

The centerfolds splayed out.
Mosquitoes flitted around our fingers.
The magazines were our textbooks.

Hungry, our curiosity allayed,
We crawled out
Into the evening shadows,
Went our separate ways,
Home to mom and dad,
For dinner.

David Markwardt

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These are my questions for you this week: Where and how did you fill the void when there was no one to teach you? Who and what have been your teachers?

I look forward to hearing your comments.

David