A poem by Glennice Harmon

They ask me why I teach
and I reply, “Where could I find more splendid company?”
There sits a statesman,
strong, unbiased, wise,
another later Webster
silver-tongued.
And there a doctor
whose quick, steady hand
can mend a bone or stem the lifeblood’s flow.
A builder sits beside him —
upward rise the arches of that church he builds wherein
that minister will speak the word of God,
and lead a stumbling soul to touch the Christ.

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