A Journey from
1944 to … Now
2010–2011 School Year
Western Reserve Academy
And so this year would be the last.
I think I knew it, from the start.
And since I knew—the time went fast—
And shudders shuddered in my heart.
I knew that I had other things
That I would do at teaching’s end.
A bird that cannot fly still sings—
And writing had become my friend.
I’d published book reviews—and books—
And knew that this would not stop soon.
I still loved reading—all those looks
Of words—like phases of the moon.
But I would miss those youngsters who
Had formed a great part of my world.
But retirement came! And off I flew—
My future (and my wings?) unfurled.
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