Why all the smash-ups of
Head and heart,
And the dimming of soul?
Or may we foresee a day
When a teacher is a light
And a student is a light
And no school day
Is a dull day but,
With no sweaty ache of
Rote by rote learning,
Is lit by meaning,
But a day of
Heart mind soul according well,
A dance, a song
Of curiosity, wonder,
Wisdom, compassion,
And of joy
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