Lester J. De Los Santos

Buena Vista, Virginia

Name: Lester J. De Los Santos; Education/Degree: Bachelor of Science Education-English, Master of Arts in Teaching English, Doctor of Education-Educational Management; Employment Experience: Classroom Teacher, Guidance Counselor, Principal; Favorite Sport: Tennis; Pastime/hobbies: Gardening, Interior Decorating, Directing Stage Plays and Cultural Shows, Coordinating/Emceeing Social functions, Writing speeches/messages for Special people/occasions; Membership: The Modern Language Association of America (MLA); Life's Philosophy: "Higher than the highest human though can reach..."

The Bridge We Built Together (A Sonnet Dedicated To President Bill Clinton)

We'll cross the bridge together,
Made not of stone, of steel neither.
A bridge of love, of noble minds;
A bridge that spans, a bridge that binds.
A bridge that stands the storms of time-
The perils of life, the poverty of dime.
A bridge that, in darkness, beacons
A refuge of freedom for coming generations.
A bridge we'll cross without fear
Of falling down or tripping over,
For each one masons the strong foundation-
One God, one motto, one destination.

A bridge that trusses the Lands of the free
To keep a-burning the flame of liberty.

Pete, You're A Rock (An Excerpt) (For Pete Sampras)

Pete, you're a rock:
created from dust;
a breath, a spirit-
a good man, you're Pete!

Pete, you're a rock:
with heart and reason
to love and wrestle
life's game and question.

Pete, you're a rock:
encased in gold-
a picture of a legend,
an image to behold.

Pete, you're a rock:
a champion, a hero;
a winner today,
a victor tomorrow.

Pete, you're a rock:
who needs the Rock,
for all your tennis days
and for endless ages...

The Glory Of Fall (An Excerpt)

More than gold, than treasures rare
Are days of sun and maple flare;
The leafy rain of red and yellow,
Orange and green on blushing meadow.

Love is trees in crayon sprees,
Trees are love in thankful praise;
Fall is love and trees in rainbow mood-
A gift of beauty from the artful God.

Fall is glory, it's not defeat.
When trees undress, 'tis promise sweet-
After the heat of icy rigor,
Life springs in verdant vigor.

We'll surely behold the glory of fall;
After earth's seasons-the "well done" call
From Him who made Winter and Spring,
Summer and Fall and everything.