Like Captured Fireflies
by John Steinbeck
In her classroom our speculations ranged the world.
She aroused us to book waving discussions.
Every morning we came to her carrying new truths, new facts,
new ideas cupped and sheltered in our hands like captured fireflies.
When she went away a sadness did not go out.
She left her signature upon us.
The literature of a teacher who writes on children’s minds.
I’ve had many teachers who taught us soon forgotton things.
But only a few like her who created in me a new thing, a new
attitude, a new hunger.
I suppose to a large extent I am the unsigned manuscript
of that teacher.
What deathless power lies in the hands of such a person.
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