Friday, January 24, 2020

Notes from public school - day 97

I am humbled and honored to be a teacher.
Here are three simple, complex haiku poems I wrote about being a teacher and about teaching.
In many ways, I am the little bonsai tree in haiku #3.


haiku #1

immigrant children
walk into the classroom and
sit down quietly


haiku #2

at the school window,
a child stands alone outside
under a shade tree


haiku #3

little bonsai tree,
growing slowly, unnoticed

in the morning sun

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