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Sunday, June 1, 2025

When Teachers Fold Their Leathery Wings and Sleep - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

When Teachers Fold Their Leathery Wings and Sleep

 

“This is the day the Lord hath made…”

 

When teachers fold their leathery wings and sleep

Hidden away in their bat-cave deep

In the darkness where foul things lurk and creep -

Only then may children freely laugh and leap

 

No more tiresome lessons about “lie” and “lay’

A child may lie in the glass or lay in the hay

Run out to the lawns and fields to play

And joy in the freedom of each summer day

 

The 20th of June? A fallacious rule -

Summer begins on the last day of school!

A Boyhood Friend Goes to the River - memorial poem

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