
The ivy clambers up the walls
broken gutters take their bow
once children’s laughter filled these halls
but all is strangely silent now
look through the broken panes of glass
for many, memories remain
of sitting with their friends in class
until the home bell rings again
for this was once the village school
introducing either fun or fear
for some of whom it gave the tools
to get by throughout their years
while spinsters armed with just kind hearts
instructed all in the three Rs

Like this. Though a bit concerning to have a school so close to a river. But that was before the days of H&S 🙂
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