When I was a child, my father gave me Where the Sidwalk Ends. And with every book he gave me, he gave me something quite intangible–a love of reading. On my sixteenth, it was a stack of books. And somewhere along the way, he gifted me the Biograhpy of John Steinbeck. (If you’ve read NBTAM, you realize the significance of that!) Back then, perhaps, I muttered, “Thanks for book, Dad,” but now, I am very grateful for all of them. Without them, I may have never found a love for reading…become an English teacher…and written a book…
If you are a dreamer, come in
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er. a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by the fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Perhaps, I should have posted this on day one. It’s so inviting–just like a good poem. I have known many teachers who have posted this on the door to their classroom. 🙂