A School Year Poem by james watkin

A School Year



All the days leapt golden.
And from faces kinder
Than found this light under
A burning did not cease.

Dawned the fateful itself!
How uncanny the look
That wandered from its book
Which I gave entrance to!

I warm memory by it.
With polar days I share
A midnight that is glare;
And glaringly apart.

Tuesday, May 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: school days
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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