Pete Heron


Shouts

Shouts,
I resent being a policeman,
Linger through the whitewashed corridors,
I am here to teach,
Mixing with the taste of chalk,
Not hold the children down,
Compounding the barely veiled classroom tensions,
“Sit down, shut up! ” are not words which easily spring to my lips,
Thirty corks bob in water,

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