Who ever thinks of Desks <br />in a classroom at night, <br />the moon shines brightly <br />thru long rectangular windows, <br />reflecting off the wood-grain, <br />Neat little coffins lined up <br />in neat little rows, waiting, <br />All waiting for the ressurection, <br />For the morning sunlight, <br />For the voices of the children.<br /><br />paddy d daly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desks-3/
