Sunday, April 5, 2009

The Donkey

You know how you remember things from your elementary years. Each Palm Sunday, I remember this poem. It was Mrs. Paradisi that read it to us, grade eight, St. Bernard School. It's going into that little "At a loss for words" book.

The Donkey

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.

Author Unknown.


I hope all those teachers that I know and don't know make as much of an impression on their young pupils as Mrs. Paradisi did on me. It has been easily a quarter century that I was in her class. That little saying " 2 Teach is 2 touch a life" couldn't be more true. If not for Mrs. Paradisi I would be a hairdresser today, not that that's a bad thing, but just not my thing. I really hate doing hair. Make it a good touch.

2 comments:

Marie Reed said...

Holy Moly! This seems very heavy for elementary school! Isn't it sad that I've gotten used to the dumbed sown and sterile curriculum of kids today?

Marie Reed said...

That is marvelous that you still remember this poem!