Jim Scallan

Rookie - 50 Points (Dundee, Scotland)

The Old Schoolhouse

Once proud stone walls now choked with tendrils of ivy,
Gaping windows stare forlornly at the leaden sky.
Missing slates let in the winter rain
To trickle slowly through the broken door
As I watched the schoolhouse cry.

No company now, in its decay,
No children grace its once-warm room,
As it transforms to an empty shell

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