... first grade / his desk across from mine
... inside a slender box of light / new pencils made of gold
... I knew what covet meant
The photograph is mine.
I love the photo, and your poem brings back memories of being little in a bright, changing world --the interaction, fascination, even the wonderful smell of other children. My compliments!
ReplyDeleteI can remember so many things about first grade, much of grade school, and they are almost all good. Being a voracious reader helped. Thanks Geo. I so appreciate your comments.
DeleteSuch a nice image both through words and photo here. 1st grade was difficult to me. I had no confidence after having already been tossed out of kindergarten. I couldn't read so I thought I was stupid. And look at me now! I can read "Dick, Jane, and Spot" without any difficulty.
ReplyDelete"Tossed out of kindergarten." I'm sorry I'm laughing, Bill. Somehow, I can see this ... :) And, yes, you most certainly have made up for it since. Teaching at a college is the sweetest revenge... :)))
DeleteI like that you were so taken with a box of pencils. You were already on your way to being a writer.
ReplyDeleteYes, I was smitten early. I can still see his pencil box ... I wanted one so bad ... :))
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