My Music Teacher

My music teacher
was a humble soul.
She was caring and enjoyed children and laughing.

My music teacher was a Vet. from Vietnam
he taught us about life.
He was affable and smelt of leather and cigar
both of which he took breaks throughout the day to smoke in his car.
He taught us the scales FACE and EGBDF
His forte was in trumpet
A silver one he played.
He wore khaki slacks and old Christmas vests
brown shoes and tan paisley socks
Sometimes he would write funny sayings with white brittle chalk.
When we had quizzes he would sidle over to the front of the room
to inspect his bears.
A little taxidermy operation.

Then the next year came the prune of the classroom.
A boisterous lady with a stern temper.
She was not about to hear excuses for being late.
However, she taught well.