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.
