OUR REFINED CULTURE

by

Ronald G. Auguste

(For Dr. James Gleason, Principal of Horizon High)

It says you don't deserve much if you teach,
But that you're priceless if you throw a ball,
By hand, foot, bat or racket -- out of reach!
Past limits, where the dumb and noble call.

Although you surely spent long years to learn,
Our refined culture grants you bits to earn.

Your mind might delve into the deepest star,
Or probe the reaches of the farthest sky,
But you, not being quite worthy, won't go far,
Or trail those prodigies who make balls fly!

Despite the fact that you could help most Spell,
Theirs is Financial Heaven -- yours is Hell!

Even a feeble Teacher does much more,
Than any super athlete, for our kids;
But our refined culture, tending score --
With blinded eyes -- just misdirects its bids.

Of course, the clever parents form each crowd
That elevates the athletes; and they're proud.

The wealth of Learning exceeds that of sport!
Debasement of our Teachers is a crime!
Tell that to folks in common; most will snort,
Simply unmindful how we waste our time....

When will we clear our minds to realise
Our Teachers beat our athletes, and are prize!

NEXT?
Why don't you look at My Goddess
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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