To my favorite Professor,
Professor of History,
This is for you.There was a man whose name remains ananymous
always dressed the same , always knowledge did i gain
from any topic I brought up, ! He was Unique not strange;
Millions of Intense things we discussed
when we ,did I'd shut up;
the little innocent ones having greatest fun ,
In the midst of all the tropic sun;
underneath the green leafed trees;
As he spoke volumes of all details beyond belief,
His words danced inside the breeze;
carried me anywhere across lands and seas
bio and geogrphy
what a gift this ole guy was to me ,
his mind was complete and spirit free,
no boarder line to keep him within inside
We both traveled through the contents of his mine
and Now I have not seen him in quite some time;
all he taught I realize gave him pleasure
like a professor
seeing the light in the Student ignite in eyes
of one learning a new , finding out a treasure!
The The park again and he is nowhere in sight;
Tomorrow i will return to see
if he too might
revisit the place where I found the truth , the answer, questions and proof!
Maybe he expects that I put all his teaching to use
If he taught me ,
maybe I should pass it on to you!
I miss his style of clothes and the glasses low on his nose,
v neck sweaters and white shirts
Buttoned and closed;
and a modest jacket ; subtle style; He could have dressed
in anyway; I stopped wondering why; He Dressed The best
after all he was a professor
he never said so I guessed!
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