Schooldays Poem by john o'connell

Schooldays



schooldays
are happily buried
for the immediate future
and eternal durance of summer holidays
soars on -
on the beach
there is alway a hooting train going by
with friendly arms waving through open windows.

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Limerick, Ireland
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