paddy d daly

Rookie (11 7 1961 / balinasloe)

Desks - Poem by paddy d daly

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 about Desks by paddy d daly

  • Veteran Poet - 1,809 Points Noreen Carden (3/10/2015 7:37:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,809 Points Noreen Carden (3/10/2015 7:37:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 420 Points Shania K. Younce (8/26/2014 3:22:00 PM)

    I like this poem. It is a fine poem. Bien! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 98 Points Matt Mooney (1/24/2014 7:20:00 AM)

    An extraordinary take on an an ordinary thing. A fine poem.10. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,809 Points Noreen Carden (1/5/2014 8:34:00 AM)

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

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 27, 2013



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