Fields of Poetry

I don't know how to love him
What to do, how to move him
I've been changed. Yes, really changed
In these past few days when I've seen myself
I seem like someone else . . .

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

A Teacher's Burden

A Teacher's Burden

When fun with words
I introduce;
the students groan
When I must use;
The strictest forms
of poems true
that they won't moan
and beg excuse.

And from the class
so I must pass,
these whining mass
of English brats!

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