Teachers Never Give Up

Our communities own pride.
We flower the eyes of growing minds.
We let the wind ride by in broken possibilities.
We climb higher for hope.
He holds his voice inches above small minds
and the words fall, upon each
in magical sparks, igniting wealth.
What is our wealth, ideas—the wisdom rages
like wildfire in the congregation of youth.

Fire on, my people know flames,
we know the heat
we live to extinguish delusions and create warriors of truth.
I will teach you, just as before,
that you are a gift inside this growing world.
The mind is not for sale, not now, not ever.
Child, the oppressors cannot contain your fire.

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About Kate Houck

Educator. Human. Poet. Seeking truth through experience.
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8 Responses to Teachers Never Give Up

  1. Lovely poem to children, teachers and the powers inside. May we value teachers and students more.

  2. JC says:

    It’s wonderful to read such an appreciation for the coming generations… JC

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