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Those young, clear bright eyes,
hands over their hearts.
Saying the Pledge of Allegiance
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A most touching poem of true love and dedication for the noble vocation of teaching. We feel your enjoyment and true dedication to this wonderful profession thru this delightfully written poem. It's great to share with you, your love for your students and the rewards of teaching. So beautifully and sincerely written. Thank you.
Panagiota Romios I dearly loved them. I cried at their graduations. I did tutoring fr the Cubans in the class with English hassles. They in turn invited me to family celebrations. I was referred to as Maesra. That's what teachers were called prior to Castro. They wrote me up in the Cuban newspaper. How nice. I had other nationalities in that class, Iranians, japanese, Greek, Black. We all got along as one! best years of my like, bless you, Sandra.
Sandra..excuse typos below. I cannot erase and redo. Hassles I meant lessons. I am bad at making typos. Please do forgive me? PR
When you love your job you will always love to go back there. A very passionate poem. Love it so much....10++
Indeed, Kingsley! Everyday was a joy to go to work. I loved teaching in Chinatown in San Francisco. Taking a cable car to work was beyond beautiful. Plus the kids were so lovely and had a passion to learn. Thank you for the 10 also.))