“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” - Leonardo Da Vinci
What Does a Teacher Do?A poem by Ms. Brandi Heider
What does a teacher do? What does a teacher say?
What makes a teacher happy on those dark and dreary days? A teacher does a lot of things, It really is a must. A teacher gives her heart away, To show the best in us. A teacher is a leader. A teacher is a friend. A teacher is the steady hand who’s with us ‘til the end. A teacher shows us literature, and opens up new doors. A teacher reminds us history is more than just some wars. A teacher encourages exploration, inquiry, and discussion, A teacher does more than simply give us some instruction. What does a teacher do, you ask? What does a teacher say? She says and does the things we need in our bright and earliest days. She tells us that we’re capable, that every goal can be reached. She tells us that we’re loved and safe, and helps us to our feet. She shows us what compassion is, and what it means to care, She shows us what hard-work can bring, and why we ought to share. She shows us that what matters most, Is not the score on a test; But what we do with all we’ve learned, and how we can be our best. What makes a teacher happy on those dark and dreary days? It’s knowing that her students will change the world in many ways. |
Poetry is an underrated form of expression. It should truly be used more frequently in the classroom. I intend to use poetry in my classroom through poetry binders, poetry collections in the class library, and a weekly poem on the board.
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Wavesby Eleanor Farjeon
Source: Poems for Children
There’s big waves and little waves, Green waves and blue, Waves you can jump over, Waves you dive through, Waves that rise up Like a great water wall, Waves that swell softly And don’t break at all, Waves that can whisper, Waves that can roar, And tiny waves that run at you Running on the shore. Knowledgeby Eleanor Farjeon
Source: Poems for Children
Your mind is a meadow To plant for your needs; You are the farmer, With knowledge for seeds. Don’t leave your meadow Unplanted and bare, Sow it with knowledge And tend it with care. Who’d be a know-nothing When he might grow The seed of the knowledge Of stars and of snow; The science of numbers, The stories of time. The magic of music, The secrets of rhyme? Don’t be a know-nothing! Plant in the spring, And see what a harvest The summer will bring. |
Class-Roomby Eleanor Farjeon
Source: Poems for Children
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