Wieder Gefunden
O Goethe, your mercy resounds in that short verse.
Think how many trees have been saved,
How many lives inspired to reverse
Errors of educating with the paved
Reading rituals that kill thought
Through letting the soil of lacking
Resolve infiltrate youth by ideas overwrought.
Enough of exaggeration and attacking
Elementary excitement with dead drills.
Find a new place that wakes in seedling minds
Ooohs and ahhs that stretch and fill
Under the canopied sky and grow organic lines
Not by Dick and Jane, nor tired children's rhymes.
Deed is the word that makes up for lost times.
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