Crotchward hands fly like
Death on the battlefield --
Thousand Years of Pain.
So, I took a Haiku class last year. Writing Haiku was never required for the class, but naturaly, I thought a bit about it at the time, and came up with two that I liked. The one showcased above is a third. The topic is The Kancho. Now that I'm in the land of Kancho I thought I'd share it with you. I've been sure to make sure I know what's behind me when I walk down the halls in elementary schools.
Incidently, the word for "principal" in Japanese is "Kocho," and everyone calls the principal "Kocho-sensei." I just know one day I'm going to screw up and call him "Kancho-sensei."
I've stashed away some pictures of my pad and locale here. Sorry there are no thumbnails or interface to speak of. I'm, ummm, lazy.
P.S. If you haven't figured it out yet, I moved to Japan three weeks ago, and I teach (talk at) Japanese school children in English for a living.