Sunday, January 06, 2013

Your Sunday Poem

By Robert Blly, from "Poetry 180, A turning Back to Poetry," anthology edited by Billy Collins. Available in paperback from your local bookstore. Go buy it today.  Get more poems into your life. 

Gratitude to Old Teachers

When we stride or stroll across the frozen lake,
We place our feet where they have never been.
We walk upon the unwalked.  Be we are uneasy.
Who is down there but our old teachers?

Water that once could take no human weight --
We were students then -- holds up our feet,
And goes on ahead of us for a mile.
Beneath us the teachers, and around us the stillness.

1 comment:

Sewertoons AKA Lynette Tornatzky said...

So very, very true. Great choice for the start of the new quarter at Cal Poly.