As I was paying for two coffees this morning, (they were absolutely necessary), a whisper of a poem came back to haunt me. “I too, sing America.” As I was driving back home, I heard the whisper again “I will fight no more forever.” And I remembered. I remembered English class …
Stumbled across this lovely little poem the other day. I don’t know much about this poetess, but I’d love to learn more about her, based on this poem. Song of Gray Things by Elizabeth-Ellen Long In any weather, any day, Much is lovely that is gray – Driftwood smoothed to …
We had our term end exams last week. (Actually, to be honest, both term one and term two’s exams, as I forgot to assess our oldest right before we went to China.) I learned what I need to work on as a teacher (geography) and where he struggles as …
