Life’s New Spin
Uncertainty stirs
School bell rings with excitement–
Hello Mister Hink
This Haiku honors my sixth grade teacher, Mr. Hink. (The photo isn’t him, but he always wore a tie)
Time to Buckle Down
Listening to tunes
“Please put your device away”—
Back in the saddle
What’s the Big Rush?
“Hurry Doug, hurry”
Yellow bus driving away—
“My record’s perfect”
Big Sky Buckeye 
Beautiful poem and share as always Richard. School days are fond memories for me as well. Thank you for the great reminder. Blessings to you.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Suzette, thank you for reading and sharing these reflections. A writer appreciates the timeless voice found in each uncovered memory.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautifully said, Richard. That is so true. It is that voice, I feel, that spurs the writer on to keep on writing.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Brings back good memories of being a student and then a teacher. My “Mr. Hinks” was named Glenn Sellars. He was my math teacher for four years. He also always wore a tie along with a smile.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Vickie, thank you for sharing Mr. Sellars. It’s a fascinating journey to uncover some of my teachers from the past. Amazingly, many are still influencing me, even after many years.
LikeLiked by 1 person
This fun read triggered warm, nostalgic memories. Thanks! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Mission accomplished! Nancy, thank you for sharing how this poem opened up those memories.
LikeLiked by 1 person
These Haiku bring back fond memories of my school days. Thanks!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Susan, I am pleased this Haiku series opened up some school memories.
LikeLike