4 on the floor
you don't know what you've got
Breeze through the grain,
Whispers secrets as it goes,
Air, ever free.
Water, so pure,
Flows through the earth, sustatining,
Life's endless allure
Earth, mother of all,
Nurtures and sustains us all,
Endless, strong, and tall.
Fierce and yet so warm,
Dancing flames, the fire burns bright,
Nature's vital spark.
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Andrew Rutter
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“OK, guys!” I screech over the macaw-like chatter in my sophomore English class. My students are sharing mementos they accumulated during summer vacation. The assignment is to interview each other and write an expository essay about another student’s treasure: Misty’s coquina shells and sand dollars from Florida, Ruth’s two Navajo pottery mugs from New Mexico, Roxy’s perfume from Paris, Kevin’s chocolate from Hershey Pennsylvania, a picador’s sword from a bullfight in San Fermin Spain, where one of my favorite students, Manny Pérez, ran with the bulls at festival.
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