For my favorite teacher
This poem I would like to give it to my favorite teacher ever, Mr. R.
I just want to show what I think about you. I really want him to comment this, but I know that you can’t! I asked the principal if I still can have contact with you. He said to me that now I’ll work on this blog by myself. If I talk to you it will not be as a teacher to a student anymore, but he still not sure about it. He will tell us about my question ASAP!!
Mr. R this poem is for you^^
I hope you’ll like it.
Intrepid Teacher
He knows he’ll lead the way
Each step he makes
Each word he said
Could change everything
He moved, talked intrepidly
His step guide me
His words told me what to do
My teacher
He worked hard
He never gives up
He tried everything
Everything just to made us love study
He tried not to be boring
He acted as a friend
Not teacher, nor larder
Friend
My teacher
His smile brought the joy to the class
His jokes took the pain away
He taught weird
Unorganized, messy
Yet fun and educational
1st I met him
My eyes glared in amazement
Glare at his weirdness
No, he doesn’t look like a great teacher
No, will he give us something usefull?
Ugh, he’s messy!
As time goes by
He showed a great magic
Magic behind these boring words
Words once called “study, writing, poem, and reading”
My teacher
