Wednesday, 28 January 2015

A poem for the beginning of term

Hot, balmy weather
tired and weary eyes,
minds ripe for learning
but dulled by holiday skies.

A 3 week makeshift classroom,
filled with potential and expectation
and plastic chairs, 
not suitable for vigorous operation.

New beginnings
alongside old friends and new.
Day 2 has been and gone
with many more to get through.

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