Here alone with all I profess <br />A faith, a belief in some systems of thought <br />Professors and priests, mystics and bards <br />All were often one I confess. <br /> <br />There were some unlettered men <br />Who knew more than the savants, then <br />There were bards who could sing and swear <br />And find their way to your heart there. <br /> <br />There were wild poppies dancing <br />Wild horses prancing <br />The teacher of all I know <br />Came for a few seasons <br />Then went for his own benighted reasons. <br /> <br />There was life’s blood and show <br />The poetry and pain and pageantry's stream <br />Whirled around in a fevered dream <br />Life was what it did not seem <br />Thus taught the teacher of all I know.<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-teacher-of-all-i-know/
