I always
believed that
the best manner
of education
was to take
a ride on the
Magic School bus.
To see the
world from the
perspective
of an ant.
To see the way
a baker
bakes his cake,
and fly with your class
through space.
Have a teacher with frizzy red hair,
teaching all the
tiny wonders of the world.
Or to read a book,
any book,
the words weaving pictures
in your mind.
Mystic, far-away
lands at your fingertips.
Held within
your palms,
woven with
limitations
of the author’s
imagination,
and the size of
the spine.
Worlds
unravel in the mind,
drawing you in,
forbidden.
I still believe
you should never
judge a book
by the cover,
the image is nothing
compared to
what the words
inside evoke.
A pen is
far mightier
than the sword.
Written words
gave me what
pictures could not.
And the child
within me
would love
to take a ride
on the Magic
School Bus
believed that
the best manner
of education
was to take
a ride on the
Magic School bus.
To see the
world from the
perspective
of an ant.
To see the way
a baker
bakes his cake,
and fly with your class
through space.
Have a teacher with frizzy red hair,
teaching all the
tiny wonders of the world.
Or to read a book,
any book,
the words weaving pictures
in your mind.
Mystic, far-away
lands at your fingertips.
Held within
your palms,
woven with
limitations
of the author’s
imagination,
and the size of
the spine.
Worlds
unravel in the mind,
drawing you in,
forbidden.
I still believe
you should never
judge a book
by the cover,
the image is nothing
compared to
what the words
inside evoke.
A pen is
far mightier
than the sword.
Written words
gave me what
pictures could not.
And the child
within me
would love
to take a ride
on the Magic
School Bus