An old wooden desk stands
within a dusty sunlit room.
Paint and wood cracked on the walls
Silence;Remembering the turning of pages.
All that's left is a memory of the true
education that once lined these walls.
first impression?
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Powerful and deep, so true
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^_^
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I went to a schoolboard meeting for my political science class and one speaker, which happened to be the mother of one of the members was speaking against her son and the members decision on closing down a couple of elementary schools. The older lady gave a speech and in it she reminised over the her childhood school which was only one room and she said the same last night just about. This reminded me of that!!!! This is a good poem I like the flow and structure alot....Thank you for sharing this peice of art
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Thank you for sharing this story with me! How odd...I just felt the need to write this, this morning before my political Science class! How Ironic! Thank you for your endearing comment! ^_^
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