Thank You Mrs. Shaver
When poems I write, I always think of my special teacher,
She was such a big influence, a good literature preacher.
Way back in seventh grade I had mimicked Gunga Dinh,
Was just a laugh, the first half, other poems to soon begin.
Her husband and I placed eye to eye in the same hospital,
Broken legs from sports and a horse, made it unforgettable.
Over the years I remember those days I was back in school,
Seventh grade to be exact, my own actions much like a fool.
The gift of encouragement in my writing skills was well received,
Over the years I've written a lot, more than I ever had conceived.
Mrs. Shaver, my poetic soul saver, my own beginning as a poet,
Her influence made me go higher, in my college, I could show it.
More than fifty years my written work, how fast does time go by,
As I sit at my desk, compose a piece, the rhyming words do fly.
Thanks once again, my friend, you have meant so much to me,
A teacher's gift, patience, of devotion, helped set a mind so free.