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26 January 2009

Haiku 26

Last leaves of summer
Swept up after winter rain,
Composted for spring.

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Green leaves come and go
The tree remains, for a while;
Even rocks crumble

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Gentle ox grazing
Beneath a golden-coin sun
And a red-streaked sky

(Gung Hay Fat Choy)

4 comments:

  1. I'm going to use the second one with the sixth graders when we learn about erosion.

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  2. I don't know why I think that's so funny, but I do.

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  3. I'm guessing you find it funny because you know that what I wrote is probably my highest form of compliment, and when I think about it, that is pretty funny.

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  4. It was more that you took the sour lemons of my gloomy philosophizing and turned them into the delicious lemonade of a teaching moment. Farm gals rule!

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