The water ripples, The nightingale sings, The leaves swish in the wind. The night can be so loud. To access this content, you must purchase School-wide Digital Subscription, Digital Subscription, Print & Digital Subscription, Digital Teacher Subscription or Print & Digital Teacher …
Poems
The Creases of Time
Time—did it slip through my fingers, flow Subtly as water? My little big brother, Running across the pastures with his kite, where did that go? Footsteps trailing mine, hands clasped tightly—my mother. I can see the time pass in the creases of my Grandfather’s eyes, his skin lined with the trick of …
Fear
Fear is a bubble. It can fold up or pop. It can surround you like a swarm or keep you behind an elastic wall. You choose whether to stay in or step out. To access this content, you must purchase School-wide Digital Subscription, Digital Subscription, Print & Digital Subscription, …
