A different kind of Grasshopper
When I was in junior high school, we had an assignment to write a poem that I completely forgot about. When the teacher asked for the poem, I took out a piece of paper and quickly scribbled down a haiku. A few weeks later, I was called in front of the class and given a poetry award. My poem was later published in an anthology.
Running through the fields
I see a green grasshopper
Dead under my feet Continue reading
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