What teachers make
Someday I'm going to be able to speak truth like that.
Someday I'm going to be able to speak truth like that.
Mike Fletcher wrote an inspirational poem for my birthday. I spent some time composing a reply that scanned properly in terms of rhythm. ;) With minor modifications, here it is:
My bar is high: set not for me, but you who trained for many years to leap such heights with practiced ease and aim for stars beyond my reach. I hear your tales of weary bones, of long hours spent and much pain born, but also: flying through the air! And so I dare, and so I dare. And still you urge me onward to heights far above the lowest bar. With ease can I achieve acclaim, but I can reach things greater far. You, my friend, will keep me true to gaps that only I can leap, to things that only I can do, to stars that only I can reach.
I paragraph-wrapped it just for kicks. The rhythm should still be there, though. =)