The poetry of Ted Kooser
The new school year has begun. Excitement is in the air. Dread is in the air. It is a time of new beginnings. A time to remember old losses. As teachers, all we can hope for is that each student will try his or her hardest. Former poet laureate Ted Kooser has an interesting take on education in his poem titled "Student."
The green shell of his backpack makes him lean
into wave after wave of responsibility,
and he swings his stiff arms and cupped hands,
paddling ahead. He has extended his neck
to its full length, and his chin, hard as a beak,
breaks the cold surf. He's got his baseball cap on
backward as up he crawls, out of the froth
of a hangover and onto the sand of the future,
and lumbers, heavy with hope, into the library.
The last line of the poem is my ...