Dear School
No more shall I see
your shape like a wide vee,
your octagonal library,
your spreading cedar
(Lebanon).  No leader,
nor town planner was a heeder.
Although you are there
we all must go elsewhere,
schoolgirls scattered here and there.
We were happy there;
younger children won’t care
about your historical air.
All our lives have been
scarred by an unseen
ideological has-been.

I am not including a Bible verse today.  If you’d like to read a post about difficulties and a verse, click here.

Daily prompt: Ode to playground