Of all the teachers who were in my school, the very best was plain to see,
We called her Miss Ellie, although she wasn't much older than you and me,
If for some reason some didn't care for school, she made it seem like play,
It was her nature you see, she didn't have to try to get our love, she was just that way.

She was so very smart and bright, she made it so easy for us to want to work,
For the other teachers maybe, but with this dear lady, our work we didn't shirk.
She taught English and Literature, and she taught with all her might,
And if all wasn't well with one, Miss Ellie would surely try to make it right.

She was the sort one could go and talk to, about troubles, worries, or any woe,
Somehow she always made me feel better, made me want to get up and go,
Do the work she had assigned me, to just try and earn a great big wonderful A,
But most of all, when you left her class, it seemed you'd had a wonderful day.

We're all getting much older now, but many have passed Miss Ellie's way,
I for one live far away now, but if one of you are there, pay a visit and make her day,
Tell her how great she was, and what a very wonderful friend,
She was to all of us, and with her, we'd like to go to school again!!

She never shirked her duty, to her it wasn't work, but a joy, of maybe art,
Loved to teach us good manners, from which, surely we'd never want to part.
Always wanted to be just like her, a bright and shining star, which she never even suspected,
Because of all the young teens lives she changed, and none she ever rejected.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
December 30, 1999
In honor of our dear Ms. Ellie, Turrell High School

All rights reserved worldwide