Comments on: Share a poem about your most influential teacher… http://borilla.edublogs.org/2008/04/21/hello-world/ Who was the teacher who made a difference in your life? Sat, 20 Jun 2009 14:21:07 -0400 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.2 hourly 1 By: Terry Stelle http://borilla.edublogs.org/2008/04/21/hello-world/comment-page-1/#comment-5 Terry Stelle Tue, 21 Apr 2009 03:34:26 +0000 #comment-5 <img src="http://www.writingfix.com/images/Process_Pages/terry_S.jpg" alt="terry" />(Pat was our principal) Anita was a teacher across the hall. She was cute, in a Whoopie Goldberg way. She wore granny glasses and lots of pigtails. She was snazzy and outspoken and very kind. She shared a writing lesson with us and we learned that she wanted the words to "flow like butter" but she said budda. She moved to Chicago to be with her family. We didn't want her to go. She took some of our spirit with her, so I wrote her this poem. It's called Goodbye, Girl You could silence a room just by crossing your arms, the look in your eye showed the world your charm. Your class read the paper and learned through the news, they memorized poetry all by Langston Hughes. Anita, we'll miss you when you move to Chicago. If it's really so great there why can't we just all go? Your memory will linger long after you vacate, (We'll all still have Pat that we have to placate.) We'll remember your kind words if we start to stutter, your vision of everything flowin' like butter. terry(Pat was our principal) Anita was a teacher across the hall. She was cute, in a Whoopie Goldberg way. She wore granny glasses and lots of pigtails. She was snazzy and outspoken and very kind. She shared a writing lesson with us and we learned that she wanted the words to “flow like butter” but she said budda. She moved to Chicago to be with her family. We didn’t want her to go. She took some of our spirit with her, so I wrote her this poem. It’s called

Goodbye, Girl

You could silence a room
just by crossing your arms,
the look in your eye
showed the world your charm.

Your class read the paper
and learned through the news,
they memorized poetry
all by Langston Hughes.

Anita, we’ll miss you
when you move to Chicago.
If it’s really so great there
why can’t we just all go?

Your memory will linger
long after you vacate,
(We’ll all still have Pat
that we have to placate.)

We’ll remember your kind words
if we start to stutter,
your vision of everything
flowin’ like butter.

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