Educator

But for the bringing in
Of sheaves,
The loading lofts
With hay,
The barn could not
Sustain the horse
Through winter
Unto May.

Bees labor
Bearing nectars in
From clover fields
Afar,
Before the
Keeper of the bee
Can fill a
Honey jar.

In the age
Of fast computers,
No uncertainty,
No doubt
That consequences
Follow.
“Garbage in and
Garbage out.”

Matter, energy,
And time,
The Creator’s
First infusion,
Are sine qua non
Elements
Preceding
Evolution.

But education
Is a “leading out,”
The pedagogues
Aver,
Of something there
Already,
Some “native” thing,
As ‘twere.

Just give us
Your children,
Howsoever
They be wild,
And we will
E-duc-ate them!
(Or we’ll return
The child).

Our teaching courses
Promised
An Inborn wisdom
There.
But, Mother Hubbard,
Here’s your boy.
The cupboards all
Were bare.