The English Classroom

A HELPFUL GUIDE FOR PRESERVICE AND GRADUATE TEACHERS

She dances like a wolf

A howling wrapped in the night

 

She’s lathered in the dreams,

From nectar to the sun

 

She wonders of the bliss,

Nurturing of mother

 

She lingers on these thoughts,

They’re ripples of starlight

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