Classroom
The rain battered on the classroom windows that cold winters day
Our English teacher kept us transfixed with plenty to say
Drifting off with topics of homework essays whirling in my head
Longing for home time and pyjamas on and away to my bed
The bell screeched out in those corridors of learning and doom
We all bustled out onto the darkened streets of coal dust and gloom
Dreams of the future were never far from our adolescent minds
But the winds of the future in this pit village could be unkind
Those homework essays always carried me away on dove like clouds
Wrapped up in hypothetical words which could quickly change to shrouds
I’d gaze out of the window at the moon as a cloud rushed by
All these chapters in our lives hurtled away in the blink of an watery eye
Gather up the words and drink in the atmosphere of life
Spread them on the page and level them with a political knife
The future is yours if only the authoritarian minds didn’t strangle your life
Away back to that warm bedroom and dreaming of days without any strife
Thank you for reading
I grew up in a mining village in the North East (UK)
What do you find yourself avoiding more as you get older?
Welsh Senedd Election - PR in action. This will be interesting!
