His American History teacher caught him unaware.
That’s good.
“Education unsettles the mind”
someone said.
It was the number, 14,
the 14th year of
three centuries in a row:
1814,
1914,
2014,
that his history teacher caught him with.
“So, son,” I asked my grandson,
Seventh Grade weighing so heavy upon him,
“What’s got you so riled up about 14s?”
Tears and questions in his eyes, he cried,
“Blood, Gramps! All the blood!”
Poems by Ken 