Poem: Beat Your Children

Beat Your Children

Beat your children every day.

Lessons learned will surely stay.

They must learn to try their best

Try to out perform the rest.

If won’t beat them, what is taught?

Success without effort brought?

To master life, must work hard,

Stay alert, be on ones guard.

In the morn, if child is slow,

Challenge them in race to show

Excelling can be fun game.

In beating them there’s no shame.

Beat your kids, but not with belt.

Good examples better felt.

Beat your child from time to time.

This sort of thrashing’s not a crime.

June Nash

Poem: I’m A Weed

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I’m A Weed

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I’m a weed, hearty and strong.

Went to school, didn’t belong.

Teachers want us pruned and tamed.

Tried to heed.  To sit still aimed.

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I’m a weed.  My roots grew strong.

Teachers said ‘Doing it wrong!’.

Pushing through, inquisitive.

Weeds, it seems, quite intrusive.

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I’m a weed, once a flower.

Over beds, my leaves tower.

In today’s garden, don’t fit in.

Is being different such a sin?

June Nash

We seem to live in an era where everyone is expected to fit into a mold.  Children who do not fit easily into these molds are often wonderful kids.  They are like weeds.  Wild flowers, they grow strong, even if a bit out of control.  These kids are our future.  We cannot pluck them out of our schools and toss them in the compost pile.  Or worse yet, spray them with poison to keep them under control.