The English Classroom

A HELPFUL GUIDE FOR PRESERVICE AND GRADUATE TEACHERS

Recalling days beneath the stars

Where simplicity speaks only in soft muses

The grass is damp beneath my skin

And the crickets form an ensemble choir

I see nothingness out in the nebula

Stars and cosmos only magnify the Earth

A small grain of sand in a giant sandbox

But this only relaxes my thoughts

Merely eases the grief of my desires

And that which is minute in the world

Only shrinks further into an imaginary abyss

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