Ms Hamilton taught the nine-year olds. She was a bit old-fashioned. For example, she sometimes made the class learn a poem off by heart.
She would make the whole class recite the memorized poem altogether, in class. And then sometimes, she would ask a pupil to recite the poem solo.
On this particular day the nine-year old boys were terrified silly. What if Ms Hamilton asked one of them to recite the poem solo? The last line was “And let a tree sigh with her bosom over me.”
Not a single boy wanted to say the word “bosom” out loud in class.
Oh days of sweet innocence.
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Ah! So you can remember!
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Vaguely.
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😀
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Don’t I know the feeling of of whole class watching as you fumble through the poem and tumble into bosom?
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Ah – we must’ve had the same teacher!
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It’s possible metaphorically, is it not?
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I reckon that in some states of mind metaphor is the reality…
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It’s all in the mind, after all.
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