Two Wrongs Don’t
Make a Right
Mr.
Wright, our Principal, was a man
of sound
principles. “There are four ways
to spell
this sound,” he said, “write them down.”
We got out
our notebooks, listened close.
He began
with his name. “Got that right?”
Then the
rite we held at school each morning
when we
raised the flag and with right hands
over our
hearts pledged allegiance. His wife,
who looked
for Mr. Right, found him instead.
They
married in a Temple
he taught
us Billy Budd, who stands up
in the
boat, and says “Farewell, Rights of Man.
He taught
us many things we learned by rote.
and in
our notebooks wrote them down.
—Donnell
Hunter
7 March 2012
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