Len Webster Poems
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Farewell To Oldbury Grammar School
Piled high among the ruins of leaving,
The shattered hopes and wasted dreams,
The age-old, dated books and wicked papers
That forced the countless ones to sweat in summer;
Behind, the crumbling plaster and blistered paintwork,
The battered floor with nail projections,
The desks that once saw better days
On the raised platforms before each class.
And here the cream of generations sat,
And wrote and read and leapt again
From dream to dream and hope to hope.
Even the town has gone, so what use is the school?
Fed on Imperialism, it prospered; ...
Human Resource Officer
a fixed expression
on her unresourceful face,
everything to be done
by the book.
unaware of rumours
surrounding her and the CEO -