An English Lesson

by beautiful strangness   Aug 13, 2005


Outside, the leaves rustle
& the wind whispers sweet nothings.
Fluffy clouds cover the bluest skies.
While bird sing the softest melodies.

Inside, pens scratch paper
While minds tick away like clocks
Out of speakers music blares, just below
the hum of voices without a care.

( For Ms. Nixon)

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