The day after Christmas has always been the day folks rush back to return gifts. Things get to return to “normal.” Some people return home from visiting relatives for the holidays. So it is fitting we write a ”return” poem.
LEARNING TEACHES We’re on an information highway, traveling at the speed of light in a vacuum. With instant information gratification, who needs fact memorization? Surely it’s time to table times and periodic elements. But, no. For learning stirs a yearning. The churning of knowledge and haulage of speech and fact actively draws us. gnaws at disinterest, and erects a monstrosity of curiosity. Learning reaches us. Teaches us. And in return, we learn. © Marie Elena Good, 2018 I'm sorry I'm late! For now, I returned to a poem I wrote in 2018. If you want to see my cutiepatootie granddaughter in my original post, take a look: https://picturedwords.me/2018/08/15/learning-teaches/
BACK INTO THE BOX Another year has come and gone and I'm done with my mission. My condition is not so serious. And I'm not delirious, my time in the suit has come to another sad end. Just as it had begun, another year has come and gone. I return the red suit to the box, cap in place and the beard that graced my face has been stowed away. I have no clue if I'll return to this station or get to don the threads again. It thrills me if truth be told, I don't think I'll ever be too old to serve my time as Santa Claus. (c) Walter J Wojtanik - 2021