Teach As An Old Fishing Guide Takes

To Follow The Drops Sliding From A Lifting Oar, Head Up, While The Rower Breathes, And The Small Boat Drifts Quietly Shoreward.

The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact With The Undeveloped.

And I Walked, I Walked Through The Light Air; I Moved With The Morning.

In The Kingdom Of Bang And Blab.

And I Rejoiced In Being What I Was.