the winter fields we ran a 8 a.m.

you remember most

the hard

teachers,

the rule setters,

the inflexible ones,

going by

the book.

they taught you the most

of what would

stick with

you when school ended,

but

there were the easy ones

too,

the lazy teachers,

hung over,

the ones just punching

the clock

and coming in

half pretty

after a night of cigarettes

and booze,

not really caring, letting

you rest your young

head on your

arms to sleep out the entire

lecture.

there were

the rough gym teachers as well,

treating you

like soldiers,

training you for life's battles,

sending you with spindly bare legs,

around and around

the winter fields.