Poetry: First grade -1935
By Grayce Scholt Jan 2010
While she rubbed our
June Ann's hands to life,
we heard our teacher saying
frozen, blue. We gawked,
we wondered at the words,
the smell of lilac lotion rising
from the dark cloak room.
And then she came, Our Teacher,
flinging long arms over us;
dropping from her fingers' spread
the sparks of spring ...
Wriggling, ducking, laughing
as the blossoms sprinkled over us,
as love was sprinkled over us,
the incense from the ashes of
that burning bush
in bloom.
(This poem is a slightly modified version of a poem from Scholt's Bang! Go All the Porch Swings.)
Grayce Scholt is a retired English professor from Mott College who wrote art reviews for the Flint Journal. Her book of poetry, Bang! Go All the Porch Swings, is available online from Amazon and locally at Pages Bookstore in downtown Flint.
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