Songs of the Teacher-Poet, Day Ten

STP D10 PrecedentHappy National Poetry Month!  To celebrate Rebecca’s Classroom and Kitchen is featuring poetry by educators.  (For more info, click here!)  I encourage you to leave positive thoughts, encouragement, and feedback in the comments section below.



by Kathy E. Triick


A low, gray sky hangs misty o’er bare trees

And drips sweet moisture on expectant Earth,

Soft clouds caress tired limbs, and gentle breeze

Doth ease the infant Spring’s hungry rebirth.


She’ll slip from out Dame Winter’s frigid womb;

Her waiting done, she’s anxious to emerge,

To burst into a bright and glorious bloom;

From dismal frost, toward life and warmth she’ll surge.


Stark white gives way to verdant green, and clouds

Depart, now empty of their nourishment;

Blue sky replaces barren Winter’s shrouds,

The Earth is blessed, and once again content.


A low gray sky hangs o’er my soul today

And drips wet tears on Life in disarray . . .


Used with permission.

Copyright 2018 by Kathy E. Triick


And, as always, find great educational resources by Rebecca by clicking the link below:

Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, Eighth, Ninth, Tenth, Eleventh, Twelfth, Homeschooler, Staff, Not Grade Specific -

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Elizabeth says:

    She sounds a little like Blake. I wonder if that was intentional.

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    1. I’m fairly certain it was not. This talented poet’s background is in veterinary medicine and substitute teaching and my guess is if she has read Blake, it was only once or twice in a class she was subbing in or maybe in an anthology she picked up at some point.

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