Posted in celebration of national poetry month. Have a favorite poem you have read or written? Please email it to frank@mytownmatters.com.

Gratitude to Old Teachers by Robert Bly

When we stride or stroll across the frozen lake,
We place our feet where they have never been.
We walk upon the unwalked. But we are uneasy.
Who is down there but our old teachers?

Water that once could take no human weight—
We were students then—holds up our feet,
And goes on ahead of us for a mile.
Beneath us the teachers, and around us the stillness.