Closed Classroom Doors - Poem by Antonia Williams
My heart tugs past the window pane,
where I look out at England's rain.
Yet here I am ‘til half past four,
caged in behind a classroom door.
A blowing breeze makes tall trees sway.
I whisper, “Please, take me away, ”
but my cries the wind ignores,
for I'm behind closed classroom doors.
Other children chatter and swoon,
while I wait for the afternoon.
But I see clouds, as grey as sores.
Between are glass and classroom doors.
The bell rings, yet the day won’t end-
there’s other classes to attend.
Then as the day winds down once more,
I'm free, beyond this classroom door.
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