Desks Poem by paddy d daly

Desks

Rating: 4.3


Who ever thinks of Desks
in a classroom at night,
the moon shines brightly
thru long rectangular windows,
reflecting off the wood-grain,
Neat little coffins lined up
in neat little rows, waiting,
All waiting for the ressurection,
For the morning sunlight,
For the voices of the children.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Noreen Carden 10 March 2015

This is still my favourite one of all your poems so good great read brings me straight back to my classroom and those neat little coffins

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Noreen Carden 10 March 2015

This is still my favourite one of all your poems so good great read brings me straight back to my classroom and those neat little coffins

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Shania K. Younce 26 August 2014

I like this poem. It is a fine poem. Bien!

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Matt Mooney 24 January 2014

An extraordinary take on an an ordinary thing. A fine poem.10.

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Noreen Carden 05 January 2014

I love the line neat little coffins lined up in neat little rows.A lovely read Paddy well done

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