The Fog Calls a Teacher

Halloween was over, and a thick fog settled in.
This was a fog never seen.  Never.
The fog called me.
I wanted to run, be with the fog,
get swallowed.
I am a child at heart.
I have the eyes to see, and the soul to feel.
That’s why I am a teacher.


About Jennie

I have been teaching preschool for over thirty years. This is my passion. I believe that children have a voice, and that is the catalyst to enhance or even change the learning experience. Emergent curriculum opens young minds. It's the little things that happen in the classroom that are most important and exciting. That's what I write about. I am highlighted in the the new edition of Jim Trelease's bestselling book, "The Read-Aloud Handbook" because of my reading to children. My class has designed quilts that hang as permanent displays at both the National Liberty Museum in Philadelphia, and the Fisher House at the Boston VA Hospital.
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57 Responses to The Fog Calls a Teacher

  1. There is something irresistibly appealing about fog. I, too, am drawn to it.

  2. petespringerauthor says:

    We’ve had so much fog lately—so much so that two of our children’s authors could not get here, even after two days.

  3. cindy knoke says:

    You are awesome Jennie! You have such lucky students. I wish my twin grandsons could spend one day in your class.

  4. Ritu says:

    That is why you are a teacher, indeed 💛

  5. beth says:

    that’s exactly why you are, Jennie! and I love the picture

  6. A fabulous photo – perfect for Halloween. At the same time it is very picturesque. Love your little poem – and that is why you are a fab teacher – because you are a child at heart. Happy Wednesday.

  7. srbottch says:

    Jennie, some of our best fishing in the bay waters around the Cape was during early foggy mornings. The plug could be heard popping along the water’s surface. If we were lucky, the next sound was a striper whacking at the lure and the fight was on. The quiet foggy air added to the mysterious excitement. It still does.

  8. Dan Antion says:

    This is why you’re a wonderful teacher.

  9. What a wonderful photo. There is a definite magic to fog. I too had an experience where I wanted to be swallowed by it. I was in Dartmoor, and had it not been for my friend, I may have never returned…

  10. beetleypete says:

    I love walking with Ollie in the fog. The mystery draws me in too!
    Best wishes, Pete.

  11. Don Ostertag says:

    If only other teachers were children at heart

  12. quiall says:

    A perfect explanation!

  13. I love this!! Yes, run, swirl, skip, and be in the fog! This is what makes you a teacher…the best one too! 😀💗
    I like Cindy wish my grandsons had you for their teacher.

  14. That looks like a fog we’d see here in the summer time, not at this time of year. In any case, I have always felt it takes a very special person to be a teacher, and I think wanting to run into that fog is certainly a desire a special person would have.🙂

  15. frenchc1955 says:

    Jennie, simply–Yes!

  16. frenchc1955 says:

    Reblogged this on charles french words reading and writing and commented:
    Please enjoy this wonderful post from the extraordinary teacher, Jennie!

  17. I also like to walk in the rain and mist, Jennie.

  18. Beautiful! Now it’s clear you have a haunted house. I think some ghosts from the UK had to change to New England, for extented holidays. :-)) Best wishes, Michael

  19. Astha Singh says:

    I have beautiful childhood memories attached to winter fog for which I’m super grateful. Great post ❤️

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