The English Classroom

A HELPFUL GUIDE FOR PRESERVICE AND GRADUATE TEACHERS

That crow is dying

Yeah, its squawk speaks pain

Somewhere in that tree

Above the flayed bark

That crow is dying

Beyond the wind

Beyond the wind

Beyond the leaves

The skeleton branches

And pockets of dirt

Clumps that form

From leaves and sand

Black sand soiled

By the sun; apple core

Meshed like giant seeds

Above, or somewhere between

That crow is dying

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