I chose this weeks literature prompt as it is the anniversary of the birth of Theodor Seuss Geisel – Dr Seuss. He would be the ripe old age of 110 this Sunday, March 2nd. I would like to thank Anja for pointing that out to me.

Although the literary prompt brings forth loads of idea, the photo threw a poem to the fore, so I have used that today. I may use the good Doctor later in the week.

If you want to see what it’s all about, head over to Haibun Thinking and take a look around, or go and see what others have written here.

When I originally saw this photo, I immediately had the thought of Nina Simone’s song I’m Feeling Good.

© Michael Grogan

Rain fills the birdbath with water
The table stands awaiting guests
Avian creatures circle above
Contemplating taking rests

Food thrown on…

http://weknowmemes.com/2011/10/the-educational-system-comic/

Not being a conspiracy theorist, I cannot say, categorically, that there is a plot afoot to keep the general populace in widespread ignorance by dumbing down the curriculum.

Neither can I say, with any real evidence, that current methodology and practice within establishments (from primary through to secondary and beyond) is designed to ensure minimum love of education and a destruction of motivation within students and teachers.

What I can say, with more than a measure of truth, is that all of the above appears to be happening.

And it worries the hell out of me.

Children either unable to read or spell or their capacity to do so measuring well below their intellectual abilities.

Children bored or turned off of education from the earliest years.

Students lacking the desire to embrace education for the sheer joy of it.

There is much more. And there are many more worrying…

Written: Maxima

This early morning blush,
At its greatest width,
Its horizon,
Brings spring beauty, and
The warmth of,
Its purple petals,
Ignites,
A shining day,
Giving light of truth,
Flowers and dew.
Unspeakable joy, of
The birds on the roofs
Of the neighboring buildings
In whose gentle touch
Dreams of a long common thread
Are woven,
Fly the blue sky
All the way to the high
Mountains
Where the eternal life begins.
All the way
To that encounter
With the beauty of the sky
Is rejoicing,
And you
My beloved, bring
Scented morning kiss
Happiness of my dreams, and
Shafts of my soul open
With the gentleness of your touch.

That dream, for
Which I live,
Which I look forward to
And our sweet-not-sleep nights.
Weave our kisses into
The thoughts, and
Dreams
Where wishes come true.
How nice,
It is just like you
To know…

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