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Poetry by Stephan Beckner

School

As twigs are bent, so grow the trees, 
And though the role is small. 
Teachers have the chance to help, 
Their twigs grow straight and tall.

And with this privilege that they have,
To calm a childish fear,
Or keep a precious confidence,
That’s whispered in the ear.

Responsibilities will grow,
For problems won’t be few.
But with the task, they have a chance
To grow a little too.

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