This poem was published in Chris Searle’s collection, One for Blair: An Anthology of Poems for Young People
Our teacher Blair
Had tousled old hair
Big brown eyes
An enormous size
And they smiled when he walked
And they smiled when he talked
And whenever he stammered
His love only hammered
Our teacher Blair
He was always fair
Black white or brown
He’d never let us down
He taught us words
That made us fly like birds
And the meaning of together
And to stay that way forever
He taught us right
And how we’d have to fight
To make the world again
And find peace again
One hell of a teach
Was our Mr Peach
He didn’t make no fuss
Just struggled and died for us