I am looking for a poem about a son going off to school. Something like "Be good to my son world,he's just a boy." Can anyone help?
I know one by Victor Buono
( actor/ author of It could be verse)
Treat Her Well
I bequeath to you today one little girl in a crispy dress with two blue eyes and a happy laugh that ripples all day long and a flash of light blond hair that bounces in the sun when she runs. I trust you'll treat her well.
She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine. Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.
Now she'll learn to stand in lines and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of school-bells and deadlines and she'll learn to giggle and gossip and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And, now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside.
And now she'll learn how not to cry.
No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friend is whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls.
And now she'll find new heroes.
For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and father and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers which is only right.
But, no longer will I be the smartest, greatest man in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for the first time she'll learn what it means to be a member of the group with all its privileges and its disadvantages too.
She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud or kiss dogs or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms or even watch ants scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer.
Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman.
So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl in a crispy dress with two blue eyes and a happy laugh that ripples all day long…and a flash of light blond hair that bounces in the sun when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.
Did you want the Lincoln one or was that just an example? Anyway, it's pretty good, so I'll print it out:
"Abraham Lincoln's Letter to His Son's Teacher":
He will have to learn, I know,
That all men are not just, all men are not true.
But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero;
That for every selfish politician, there is a dedicated leader . . .
Teach him for every enemy there is a friend,
Steer him away from envy, if you can,
teach him the secret of quiet laughter.
Let him learn early that the bullies are the easiest to lick . . .
Teach him, if you can, the wonder of books . . .
But also give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,
bees in the sun, and the flowers on a green hillside.
In the school teach him it is far honourable to fail than to cheat . . .
Teach him to have faith in his own ideas,
Even if everyone tells him they are wrong . . .
Teach him to be gentle with gentle people,
and tough with the tough.
Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd
When everyone is getting on the band wagon . . .
Teach him to listen to all men . . .
But teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth,
And take only the good that comes through.
Teach him if you can, how to laugh when he is sad . . .
Teach him there is no shame in tears,
Teach him to scoff at cynics and to beware of too much sweetness . . .
Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidders
But never to put a price-tag on his heart and soul.
Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob
And to stand and fight if he thinks he's right.
Treat him gently, but do not cuddle him,
Because only the test of fire makes fine steel.
Let him have the courage to be impatient,
Let him have the patience to be brave.
Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself,
Because then he will have sublime faith in mankind.
This is a big order, but see what you can do . . .
He is such a fine fellow, my son!
New one to me - thanks for posting it, Tandy. It's so similar in theme to Kipling's 'If' that I wonder if it inspired him - I've read that 'If' was based on the qualities of Dr Jameson and might have been written for Kipling's son John, but haven't seen any mention of a Lincoln connection. Kipling was born the year Lincoln died, by the way.
THANK-YOU!! That's exactly what I was looking for.