Wednesday, April 4, 2012

A Crown and a Poem

Well, allergy season is in full swing for me. Actually, it started in late January because my town did not experience any real cold weather much less a snow or ice storm this season. Normally, my allergy starts every April and lasts until the beginning of June. I remember hearing older people say, "We need some snow to kill some of these germs." I think I now know what they meant. So, I've been taking a tablespoon of local honey everyday to clear up my allergies. It really does work for me. When I was sneezing and coughing very heavily, I began to think about all of the flowers and trees that were blooming and my first grade project on a tree called, pussy willow.

One morning during "Show and Tell", my first grade teacher, Mrs. Spain, brought an unusual looking small tree to school. We all asked what was the name of the tree. She proudly replied, "It's called a pussy willow." Her entire class laughed, hysterically. After she slapped her ruler against her desk a half-dozen times to regain control of the class, Mrs. Spain gave us an assignment. Our task was to write a poem on this small, funny looking tree.

Being an obedient first grader, I began to write my first poem. If memory serves me correctly, it went something like this (I think):

Pussy willow, pussy willow
You are so soft
Pussy willow, pussy willow
You are so fuzzy
Pussy willow, pussy willow
You are a beautiful tree

Unfortunately, I had the best poem because it had captured the essence of the tree, and I had the best penmanship in the class. And for my reward - Mrs. Spain made me a crown from  poster board and pasted a large, silver, shiny star on the center of it (no, it was not a dunce cap). Also, because she was so impressed with my poem, I was instructed to recite my poem to all of the first grade classes in the building. Needless to say, after I had uttered the very first word of my poem (pussy) to the first class I visited; they all burst into laughter including the teacher, Mrs. Loving. She clutched her pearls, turned as red as a beet and laughed as loud as her students.

So, after that class, I decided to sit on the steps leading toward the second floor until a good amount of time had passed. Upon returning to my classroom,  I lied to Mrs. Spain by telling her that I had read my poem to all the first graders - like any embarrassed first grader would've done.

When my teenage sister, Belinda, had arrived at the end of the school day to pick me up in Mom and Daddy's car, she yelled from the car window, "Why are you wearing a crown on your head?" I gave her a recap of which was now the worst day of my six years of living and read her my poem. Belinda laughed harder than my classmates. She made me wear the crown home and read the poem to Mom and Daddy.

Fortunately, my parents didn't laugh at my poem or my crown. They just smiled very broadly. If they had laughed in front of me; I may have been traumatized and unable to release my creative processes for the rest of my life. However, I'm sure they couldn't wait until I went to bed so that they could laugh.

Until next week...keep praising HIS name!
Sir Charles
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