A Milford School Hall Poem

I had a terrific visit to Milford School and came away with a poem bubbling in my head.

Milford School Hall

When I walked into the school hall
it felt like I walked into a lake
with its arms stretched open wide,
because there it was, a delicious
pool of shimmering grey.

I wanted to find a bright blue dinghy,
and the owl and the pussycat,
and bob up and down in the rain,
as we sang songs for the sleepy sun,
the hiding sun, the not-today sun.

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