(Poem) The Teacher by Harriet Ann Ellenberger

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When we howl, children,

we give it all we’ve got.

Think power, think passion,

send your voice over the mountain,

“I am here, where are you?

Everyone ready?

Deep breath —

fill out those lungs to the ribcage —
ears back,
nose to the sky,
now yearn! yearn! yearn!
and re-lee-ee-ee-ease.

You just scared the pants off those two-leggeds
down in the valley.



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