Mitcheltown School

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.

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