Our Teacher
We
got no,
such smart boards,
nor internet,
but love spills on teacher's eyes when teaching;
while sun and wind heal our souls like white sheets,
her sweet kind voice,
turns, to ink –
fills our,
books.
Picture 1
Syllable Count: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 - 10, 4, 3, 2, 1 http://www.howmanysyllables.com,
Double Tetractys 6 Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Eve Roper
Date: 2nd December 2020
Revised
Copyright © Rasitha Ranasinghe | Year Posted 2020
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