My dear old shirt was laying there.
Methinks it was a wash and wear.

T´was tax deductible,
indestructible (or so I thought)
warm and cozy, oh so huggable.

Now I lay thee down to rest
in a hole like all my best.
Back to soil, Mother, Earth,
till the same with all the rest.

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Copy this poem on the board and help your esl students understand this ecological poem using the steps I have described for many of my short poems posted earlier. Make sure to point out the rhyme within a line and between lines.
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Copyright February 22, 2007, Robin T. Day