September 16th…“DID YOU EVER HAVE A CRUSH ON A TEACHER DURING YOUR YOUNG YEARS IN MINNESOTA?”
POEM – “My Forever Fine First Grade Friend” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Ensconced in the folds, Of baby blue dreams,
I gingerly stepped through her door,
As I found my seat, My little boy feet,
Set some creaking in the old wooden floor.
Her smile was so bright, On that First Grade day’s sight,
I just knew as she brought class to hush,
Though little I be, It was easy to see,
On my teacher I had a big crush!
Mrs. Weihr was her title, And on each chance I’d sidle,
Alongside her tall, lovely frame,
Whether numbers or letters, There never were fetters,
For to please her was my happy aim.
Just like the occasion, When her gentle persuasion,
Had us traced on a big paper’d floor,
Life-sized puppets we made, To our chairs were displayed,
For Open House parents galore.
Decades flew by, As this once First Grade guy,
Saw a lovely and silver-haired smile,
I just knew, in a wink, There was no need to think,
I’d know that dear soul from a mile.
Mrs. Weihr and I hugged, And happily snugged,
As I honored her with praises on end.
Her love was unbound, And in First Grade I found,
My Forever Fine First Grade Friend!!
Norwegian Farmer's Son 