Going Home From School Poem by Margaret O Driscoll
Going Home From School
Walking home from school on a warm evening in May
You were in sixth class, I was in infants
From that hilly country road lush meadows lay below us
Around a bend a hen pheasant called her clutch to safety
Whitethorn trees in profusion lined our two mile route
With cupped hands we drank cool water from a roadside spring
Butterworts violet blooms - jewels by a shady ditch
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