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Hello again!
Well, the new term is here and we thought what better way to begin than with this touching poem by Helen E. Buckley about an issue very close to our hearts...
The Little Boy
Once a little boy went to school
He was quite a little boy,
And it was quite a big school.
But when the little boy
Found that he could go to his room
By walking right in from the door outside,
He was happy.
And the school did not seem
Quite so big any more.
One morning,
When the little boy had been in school awhile,
The teacher said:
“Today we are going to make a picture.”
“Good!” thought the little boy.
He liked to make pictures.
He could make all kinds:
Lions and tigers,
Chickens and cows,
Trains and boats –
And he took out his box of crayons
And he began to draw.
But the teacher said “Wait!
It is not time to begin!”
And she waited until everyone looked ready
“Now said the teacher
We are going to make flowers.”
“Good!” thought the little boy
He liked to make flowers,
And he began to make beautiful ones
With his pink and orange and blue crayons.
And the teacher said “Wait!
And I will show you how.”
And it was red, with a green stem.
“There,” said the teacher.
“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s flower.
And it was quite a big school.
But when the little boy
Found that he could go to his room
By walking right in from the door outside,
He was happy.
And the school did not seem
Quite so big any more.
One morning,
When the little boy had been in school awhile,
The teacher said:
“Today we are going to make a picture.”
“Good!” thought the little boy.
He liked to make pictures.
He could make all kinds:
Lions and tigers,
Chickens and cows,
Trains and boats –
And he took out his box of crayons
And he began to draw.
But the teacher said “Wait!
It is not time to begin!”
And she waited until everyone looked ready
“Now said the teacher
We are going to make flowers.”
“Good!” thought the little boy
He liked to make flowers,
And he began to make beautiful ones
With his pink and orange and blue crayons.
And the teacher said “Wait!
And I will show you how.”
And it was red, with a green stem.
“There,” said the teacher.
“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s flower.
He liked his flower better than the teacher’s.
But he did not say this.
He just turned his paper over.
And made a flower like the teacher’s
It was red, with a green stem.
On another day,
When the little boy had opened
The door from the outside all by himself,
The teacher said:
“Today we are going to make something with clay.”
“Good!” thought the little boy.
He liked clay
He could make all kinds of things with clay:
Snakes and snowmen,
Elephants and mice,
Cars and trucks-
And he began to pull and pinch
His ball of clay.
But the teacher said:
“Wait it is not time to begin!”
And she waited until everyone looked ready
“Now,” said the teacher,
“We are going to make a dish.”
“Good!” thought the little boy.
He liked making dishes,
And he began to make some
That were all shapes and sizes.
Then the teacher said, “Wait!
And I will show you how.”
And she showed everyone how to make
One deep dish.
“There,” said the teacher,
“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish
Then he looked at his own.
He liked his dishes better than the teacher’s.
But he did not say this.
He just rolled his clay into a big ball again
And made a dish like the teacher’s.
It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon
The boy learned to wait,
And to watch,
And to make things just like the teacher.
And pretty soon
He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
He just turned his paper over.
And made a flower like the teacher’s
It was red, with a green stem.
On another day,
When the little boy had opened
The door from the outside all by himself,
The teacher said:
“Today we are going to make something with clay.”
“Good!” thought the little boy.
He liked clay
He could make all kinds of things with clay:
Snakes and snowmen,
Elephants and mice,
Cars and trucks-
And he began to pull and pinch
His ball of clay.
But the teacher said:
“Wait it is not time to begin!”
And she waited until everyone looked ready
“Now,” said the teacher,
“We are going to make a dish.”
“Good!” thought the little boy.
He liked making dishes,
And he began to make some
That were all shapes and sizes.
Then the teacher said, “Wait!
And I will show you how.”
And she showed everyone how to make
One deep dish.
“There,” said the teacher,
“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish
Then he looked at his own.
He liked his dishes better than the teacher’s.
But he did not say this.
He just rolled his clay into a big ball again
And made a dish like the teacher’s.
It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon
The boy learned to wait,
And to watch,
And to make things just like the teacher.
And pretty soon
He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened
That the little boy and family
Moved to another city,
And the little boy
Had to go to another school.
The school was even bigger
Than the other one
And there was no door from the outside
Into his room.
He had to go up some big steps,
And walk down a long hall
To get to his room.
And on the very first day
He was there,
The teacher said:
“Today we are going to make a picture.”
“Good!” thought the little boy,
And he waited for the teacher
To tell him what to do,
But the teacher didn’t say anything.
She just walked round the room.
When she came to the little boy
She said, ”Don’t you want to make a picture?”
“Yes,” said the little boy.
“What are we going to make?”
“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.
“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.
“Why, any way you like,” said the teacher.
“And any colour ?” said the little boy.
“Any colour” said the teacher.
“If everyone made the same picture,
And used the same colours,
How would I know who made what?
And which was which?”
“I don’t know, “ said the little boy.
And he began to make
That the little boy and family
Moved to another city,
And the little boy
Had to go to another school.
The school was even bigger
Than the other one
And there was no door from the outside
Into his room.
He had to go up some big steps,
And walk down a long hall
To get to his room.
And on the very first day
He was there,
The teacher said:
“Today we are going to make a picture.”
“Good!” thought the little boy,
And he waited for the teacher
To tell him what to do,
But the teacher didn’t say anything.
She just walked round the room.
When she came to the little boy
She said, ”Don’t you want to make a picture?”
“Yes,” said the little boy.
“What are we going to make?”
“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.
“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.
“Why, any way you like,” said the teacher.
“And any colour ?” said the little boy.
“Any colour” said the teacher.
“If everyone made the same picture,
And used the same colours,
How would I know who made what?
And which was which?”
“I don’t know, “ said the little boy.
And he began to make
