There I was on the rugby pitch,
My first sports afternoon at school.
I knew nothing about rugby,
At that time.
A ruck was forming in front of me,
A teacher came to me,
Put his arm round my shoulder,
Grabbed a boy from the opposition ,
Bent us forward,
Pushed us into the ruck.
He shouted
“Heads down and push lads!”
That was my first contact,
First contact with a man
Who during my time at school
I came to respect,
As did all the other pupils.
He never shouted at students,
Except on the rugby field.
To my knowledge
He never punished anyone,
But as soon as he arrived,
Arrived at the classroom door,
The pupils became quiet.
I learned a great deal from that man,
Not just the maths that he taught
But also respect,
Respect he gave to all,
Teachers and pupils alike.
A man I was proud to know,
And proud to have been taught by.
Thank you Mr Myers.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just something that came into my mind about a school master that taught me so very many years ago.
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A fine write Gold.
Some P.E. teachers I had also taught another subject. But my P.E. teachers ranged from really nice, to horrors, one causing me to have one of the most humiliating experiences of my school days.
He was a maths teacher, and a very good one, who used to play rugby as well.
Andy
A smashing post GF60 and incredibly reminded me of my own class teacher Mr. Andy Johnson ex Saints and England team member and whom I had the pleasure of meeting again a few years ago at a school reunion.... a smashing bloke too....
Yes Neville there were some brilliant teachers and also some not so, but this one was superb.
Andy
Andy,
The message you’re conveying in your poem today is exactly what I was talking about in my comment to your poem “Respect” that you posted yesterday!
A great read and delightful piece of music to complement your poem.
Thank you for sharing.
Laura
Thank you Laura, yes we seem to have had a theme going for a couple of days.
Andy
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