Teacher of My Child

As I watch my child at play,
I know she's learned of a grand new day;
She's learned of music sweet to the ears,
As taught to children through the years.

She's learned of flowers in full bloom,
That seem to always dispel our gloom;
She's learned of great men's wonderful deeds,
Of how our country still succeeds.

She's learned of math and science, too,
She's learned to read with joyous hue;
She's learned to write out her ingenious thoughts,
And learned her efforts are not for naught.

She's learned of the love of the freedom of man,
Of how our country took its stand;
She's learned how our men fought with will,
Until we won and the guns were still.

As she studied and learned all of this,
A lesson of pride and courage she could not miss;
For twas instilled with joy awhirl,
From a man to a small, young girl.

Paul Hanna's the man who taught my child to love,
He taught her - rejoice in God above;
He taught her of God's hope and strength,
And His love of endless length.

So Paul, for you, I give a hand,
For helping to build this glorious land;
For teaching my child the right and good,
And to live her life as she should.



	Paul Hanna was unusual in our part of the country being a male teacher in a small private grade school. Even so he turned out to be a blessing. My daughter who was small for her age, learned well under him. He often treated her as a little china doll. One time he told me that she might be small but she could sure hold her own. This poem was dedicated to Paul Hanna May 25, 1982.



	Teacher of My Child

	As I watch my child at play, I know she's learned of a grand new day; She's learned of music sweet to the ears, As taught to children through the years. She's learned of flowers in full bloom, That seem to always dispel our gloom; She's learned of great men's wonderful deeds, Of how our country still succeeds. She's learned of math and science, too, She's learned to read with joyous hue; She's learned to write out her ingenious thoughts, And learned her efforts are not for naught. She's learned of the love of the freedom of man, Of how our country took its stand; She's learned how our men fought with will, Until we won and the guns were still. As she studied and learned all of this, A lesson of pride and courage she could not miss; For twas instilled with joy awhirl, From a man to a small, young girl. Paul Hanna's the man who taught my child to love, He taught her - rejoice in God above; He taught her of God's hope and strength, And His love of endless length. So Paul, for you, I give a hand, For helping to build this glorious land; For teaching my child the right and good, And to live her life as she should.