About Me
About Me
Greetings! My name is Mr. Burkholder, and I have taught 3rd grade at South Hanover for the past eleven years. My personal interests include travel, photography, playing music, and writing poetry. Below you will find a photo gallery of pictures I have taken on past adventures, a song I penned, and my favorite poem.
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Lifeline
"Into the distance we ride
Upon this road, grey and oily we ride
Toward the sacred mountain of the west
Toward the stories and songs of all-night ceremony
The roar of the wind in our ears
The smell of fresh oil and sage clings to us.
We have seen ourselves on this road since childhood
We have sat up front, we have sat in the back
We have felt the dry heat burning our lungs
We have felt the chill of winter stinging our faces
We have laughed and we have cried upon this road
We have left more than tire marks upon this road.
This is the lifeline of our land
This road which we travel day and night
This road that connects our communities
Our families and our responsibilities.
Years from now-into the setting sun,
On this road we will still ride."
Upon this road, grey and oily we ride
Toward the sacred mountain of the west
Toward the stories and songs of all-night ceremony
The roar of the wind in our ears
The smell of fresh oil and sage clings to us.
We have seen ourselves on this road since childhood
We have sat up front, we have sat in the back
We have felt the dry heat burning our lungs
We have felt the chill of winter stinging our faces
We have laughed and we have cried upon this road
We have left more than tire marks upon this road.
This is the lifeline of our land
This road which we travel day and night
This road that connects our communities
Our families and our responsibilities.
Years from now-into the setting sun,
On this road we will still ride."
~By Shonto Begay