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Thursday, December 24, 2015

"Jenkin's Grave" - and Mrs. Denslow

The poem above was written in 1965.  I still remember writing it- though not as clumsily as it reads 46 years later.  My teacher in 5th grade was Mrs. Christine H. Denslow, a saintly woman if there ever was one.  She wore her grey hair in a braid coiled on the top of her head, and took an interest in everyone of her students. 

When my Mom was ill, and I was having problems in class, Mrs. Denslow took the extra time to visit my home, talk with my parents, and generally made me feel that my future actually mattered to her. 

At times, her husband, who was a naturalist of some kind, would bring reptiles and snakes to class.  Mrs. Denslow made sure that we all touched and felt them, dispelling the myths that all reptiles are slimy and dirty.  The life's lesson was clear to me then, as it still is today.  You don't fear the things which you know nothing about.  You take the time to learn about them, removing the fear of the unknown. 

There weren't many teachers like her then, and I suppose the same is true now.  So, 46 years later I have reworked this poem into a short, and botanically correct version of the original.  I wish Mrs. Denslow were still around.  I'd send her a copy. 

Jenkin's Grave - 2011

Jenkin's grave is a cursed one, indeed. 
For only one single flower has grown from the seeds,
scattered there by mourners
who all came out to grieve. 
Jenkin's grave is a cursed one, indeed! 

He wasn't just a sad man,
but a bad man, I believe. 
And it was so surprising
to see anybody grieve. 

Jenkin's grave is a cursed one, indeed. 
For only one single flower has grown from the seeds,
scattered there by mourners
who all came out to grieve. 
Jenkin's grave is a cursed one, indeed! 

Now, I’m not superstitious,
But I think that you’ll agree. 
Jenkin’s grave is a cursed one, indeed!