“Look through the windows” ~ poem #WonderfulWorldofWriting

“Look Through The Windows”

As you read this poem, I believe that the words speak for themselves…

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Once upon a time someone took a brick,

Some cement and a trowel and then bit by bit…

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They stacked one brick, then two, then three bricks then four,

On top of each other and then took some more…

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They built some more walls until there were four,

Added a roof, some windows, a lockable door…

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The building was ready, but who had the key?

They looked at each other saying, “not you or me!”

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“How do you get in?” they wondered aloud,

And looked at the building standing tall and proud…

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Then someone came along with a book and a pen,

Opened the door and said, “Let’s get started then!”…

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And then there followed a sight to behold,

More people walked through the door, I am told…

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It was a doorway to learning, a place to strive,

To do your best, be your best from the age of about five…

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The adults were teachers at the school called “South View”,

Mr Price, Mrs Hoy, to name one or two…

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They had a yearning to teach all that they knew,

Mr Hunt, Mrs Croxford, South View grew and grew…

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Mrs Hucker, Mr Salton, the school was still growing

With a thirst for knowledge and appetite for knowing…

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Mrs Duckmanton, Mrs Molesworth and others no doubt,

My memory’s foggy, who have I missed out?

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Friendships were cemented, the knowledge was too,

Now the digger’s in the playground and the rubble is too…

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The skyline is changing, it’s a moment in time,

“Do not enter – demolition site” reads the sign…

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Now we look back but ahead to the future,

As the school welcomed a new Head called Miss Luter…

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And through the years we’ve seen staff come and go,

The school moved to a new site “as we learn then we grow”…

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It’s seen so much learning, this building half crumbled

“The end of an era” the old school has mumbled…

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But look through the windows not yet broken and see

Happy memories belonging to you and to me…

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By Carol Cameleon 2016

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13 Comments
  1. Schools are such emotive places, either in a good or bad way, and learning has such an important role in our lives. How sad the school has been knocked down – I love that the window is still there though(however temporarily)! #whatimwriting
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  2. I love this poem – the way you’ve described the school being built brick by brick and then remembered the various teachers. How sad it must be to see it being demolished but I love the way you’ve finished the poem in such a positive way with a look ahead to the new school being built.

  3. Brilliant poem, at first I was reading it as a children’s book and then realised it was a personal look back at school, which made it so emotional! Really lovely read.

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