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The Path
To my ESL instructors
Good morning, ma’am!
Good morning, teacher!
We are
black,
blond, and gray haired
from
African savannas,
Amazon forests,
Arabic deserts,
Asian rice paddies,
coming here to study English.
Our
instructor, our Guide says,
“Just
listen
speak
read
write
in English."
Our
eyes,
black, blue, brown,
look at each other.
How
can we
fill
out
several pages of writing
with a handful of English words?
How
can we
draw
a picture of a huge animal
from its
enormous shadow?
How
can we
cross
a field
without trampling on the grass?
How
can we
construct
a new building
without
destroying our old houses?
Our
essays
are
full of marks
like stabs in our hearts.
We
feel the pain of a cocoon.
Arduously
we develop
a new path
from
vague trails.
Slowly
we
build a new house
beside the old one.
Surprisingly
our
words flow
onto the paper.
Bit
by bit
the
path
goes through
the African savannas
the
Amazon forests
the
Arabian deserts
the Asian rice paddies.
Our
dream is
that
one
day
the path
becomes a highway.
Our
instructor, our Guide,
smiles,
“Possible!”
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By T. Nguyen
ESL
91 – Fall 2005
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The
poetry was edited by Ms. Dorothy Pucay, ESL instructor.
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