Anyway, after 5 years as department chair, this poem materialized in my mind, explaining how I envisioned the personnel aspect of the job.
Fanning the flames
The Department Chair
The Department Chair
I am the fire man.
I fan the flames.
I hire new-cut kindling
fresh, green, pliable,
anxious to bonfire and light the world.
I fan that flame
bright and warm with youthful passion
and ablaze with idealism.
I fan that flame
as I feed it the tinder of encouragement and praise,
channeling its searing energy.
I watch its vigorous sparks take wing
infectiously rekindling cooling flames
who glow again with reawakened brilliance.
I fan the flames
and proudly watch our young Tomorrows
drawn to knowledge like moths to fire.
I fan the flames
esteeming their radiating warmth
and reveling in the conflagration of education.
I am the fire man.
I fan the flames.
copyright 1997 by Chuck Morlock
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