Teachers in the valley When I think of teachers, respect surfaces in my thought Infused to my innocent mind were all the subjects they taught I learned a lot from them, their pedagogy I need to bound I enjoyed our plays and remembered our games on the ground I consider them the pretty belles in the school of innocent kiddies Lips with shades of red, different from those ladies in the valleys I gazed them up and listened to them as the lesson of an hour began I studied in advance, read my books to the middle pages, and scanned I was the loveliest kid, and I was just five when I was in Grade one They loved my wit, they taught me to declaim, and we had so much fun The title that I performed on stage was "A daughter of a Politician." It was somewhat funny, but proper lessons were there beyond I stated the last line I uttered, which is now still so fresh in my mind. "I'd rather be a daughter of a farmer than a daughter of a politician." I was cheered, got a standing...