Inspiration from a picture of an old schoolhouse.

An old schoolhouse, sits upon barren land
surrounded by empty swings
where children, once played.

The old brick schoolhouse, is so empty now
children’s laughter, is not heard
only ghosts, remain.

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  • KathySpring on Mar 25, 2008

    Poetic Brilliant in this piece the flow and I can just here the children laughing, its haunting


  • Cynthia Jones on Apr 5, 2008

    Kathy, thank you so very much for reading and commenting. I truly appreciate it. *S* Cynthia

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