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Four Poems Poetry |
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Teacher Training
for David Park
In the desert of a deserted classroom -
chairs on desks, floors unswept, paper-bins full -
behind the desolation of an end-of-day desk,
beside a colourful noticeboard being colourful
but having no-one to be colourful to,
as pupils coursework hangs sadly off the wall
and pupils, off home, course through each ringing corridor
on a day when spring is only beginning -
daffodil buds just getting going,
the strange sensation of heat returning,
and the sky is a take-me-back-to-my-childhood blue
and the playground, having emptied, is empty too -
I take an accidental glance up at the sun
and there is still so much we have to learn.
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