Writer Dad is a sublime site about family and fatherhood with well written tales alongside helpful hints and strategies to help render our children into remarkable writers. Please subscribe (for free) by RSS or Email. Thanks! I‘m not sure what I’ll do with this, or even where it came from, but I really wanted to share. Last Friday my muse tapped me on the shoulder and begged me to write this. I was hard at work on something else, but she is a playful minx and I try to indulge her whenever possible. Fortunately, my schedule could accommodate the diversion. The first stanza rattled around in my head and was quickly followed by the rest. The rhyme tackles a topic that’s been on my mind a lot lately, especially as Cindy and I continue to develop content for Children Write the Future, though it is admittedly not very well explored. I’m sure at some point it will turn into something more pointed and specific, but for now I am happy with how wonderfully unexpected and off schedule this little rhyme was. Enjoy! Tomorrow is coming, one spin of the globe Old backwards feels forwards, threads fraying toward fail Penicillin’s for killing a viral disease It’s a lot of monotony – this mind-numbing stage Mom and dad need to get a bit mad and then moving It’s time to get going. No reason to stall We’re procrastinating and waiting for why? Without a revision, division’s impending Yes we can do it, but only together If we all command it, then it will be done No related posts. Related posts brought to you by Yet Another Related Posts Plugin.
More future to filter, new problems to probe
Education is lacking – now cracking and crumbled
We started so strong, but then somewhere we stumbled
What once was ahead is now trapped as our tail
Someone get a medic, don’t dally. Go run!
From daycare to college – knowledge 911
But reality’s gravity’s dropped us to our knees
What sorta solution or fusion of fixes
Can take our twos and our threes, multiply ‘em to sixes?
Keeping planet potential locked up in a cage
There’s interest that’s nested inside of the heads
Of millions of children, so long as it spreads
If we expect to collect a situation improving
What will our kids think of the present presented
If it isn’t what it should be, then won’t they resent it?
Let’s bust down each brick in the barrier wall
That’s casting the rules of our schools in antique
Dulling our tools, slowly turning us weak
So much of our NOW we’ve yet to apply
If we don’t get going, adopting new skills
Then pillage the village and head for the hills
It’ll come out of nowhere and feel never ending
Demand more today, so tomorrow will double
With twice the advantage and half of the trouble
All of us standing no matter the weather
Draught, flood, tsunami; arid, rain, snow
One-hundred and ten to well forty below
Four faces, all aces, our future is won
Do all you can and do it your best
If everyone follows, that takes care of the restWriter Dad
Life is better with the right words.
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Hi, Sean. well, I know that you know, but for the benefit of your readers, I was a “victim” of Catholic schools back when dinosaurs ruled the earth in tye-dye. Yes, all the stories are true! At the time, I hated all the seemingly nonsensical and tedious drills. Every day, penmanship for an hour …..writing out the times-tables 100 times for homework as punishment for some trivial offense. (that meant staying up all nite or facing the wrath of a nun the next day). I remember Jr. year having a teacher that held on like a tenancious pit bull shaking around a frightened cat. She would not let me go with a C on my English paper. She said she knew I had it in me to do better and made me keep re-writing until she could give me an A……..Well, today I still have great handwriting and printing. I can do all the basic math in my head without a calculator (what were those?) and still remember how to speak in full, grammatically correct sentences, which I feel is becoming a lost art. I am grateful that your dad and I saw the value of education enough to give you and Meg those very important beginnings. I see kids all around me who seem to know less and less and it is scary. Maybe we need a few nuns with yardsticks walking around! love ya, mom
We don’t need nuns with yardsticks so much as we need to acknowledge that it’s a new world with new rules and we can’t still apply the same principles of learning that we’ve used for the last two to three hundred years. Answers are cheap and we need to learn how to ask better questions. Tis a subject I can talk about endlessly, as I’m sure you well know. : > )
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Sean,
I think that was great! For some reason it reminded me of the musical “Hairspray” that I went to see with my family this weekend. It was a wonderful and inspiring production. If you ever get to see it go. Perhaps more folks are familiar with the movie. The theme is early 1960’s tv dance show when white and black teens wanted the freedom to be able to dance together on national TV. They were willing to take a stand, risk everything, including storming the studio and being sent to jail.
The point is that they were fed up with the status quo, and it was time for a change. They could see a new way of doing things and they MADE it happen. And they changed the world.
Change is possible. It takes vision, discipline, persistance, faith and courage. Put that in your basket and nothing will stop you.
You know, I’ve always had faith in you. Keep up the good work!
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Hi Wendi, awesome to see you! Yeah, I’m well aware of Hairspray, though I’ve never seen it live. I’ve seen the newer version with John Travolta and the original by John Waters. It is a terrific message and one we could all learn from.
Thanks for the faith and well wishing. I really do appreciate it and take it to heart. : > )
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Wow! You wrote that!? I’m impressed. I’ve been toying with my writing for a long time, and I’m sad to say that good poetry has never been my thing. I’ve tried it but without success. It’s so nice to see a real person who can come up with this stuff. I thought it was all reserved for lofty academic sorts
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Lofty academics?!? Pshaw… they wouldn’t even let me in their club if I wanted to play. Nope, it’s just me and my rhymes. I actually have stacks of these things and hope to one day do a book of them with Dave doing the art. I like thinking in rhyme a lot, which is funny because I never really cared for traditional poetry. Go figure.