Mitcheltown School Quiet, grey, still and cool With guilt broken windows Like a disowned parent. A still-yet reigning authority Drifts over the floating fortress Skyward bound surrounded by haughty birds Commenting on vain imaginations Of children playing In a siging wind.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
It was an old closed school up a long steep driveway with a huge concrete playground. It was also surrounded by a pine tree forest. We used to play there as children.