teacher poem

a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
i saw the first pear
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
over the river, on the hill
a life on the ocean wave
do not turn your head
when i was a boy at college
through the broad earth's aching breast
the mountains they are silent folk
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
let a joy keep you
of sun nor stars