It was late in gorgeous springtime, and I was teaching my class,
A lesson in African history, and the events of time's hourglass.
My fourth graders were very attentive, as I recounted the glory,
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A beautiful poem ma'am. Felt like i was there in your class. My gripe as an African is how our history has bern distorted to make Africans look like slave born slaves. Religion in all its forms is the biggest distorter. The truth remains with God. So i guess it doesnt matter.
Very splendid history class. I too enjoyed it. You so beautifully flip from one scene to another and then again back. Great. Admirations.