When will the bell ring, and end this weariness? <br />How long have they tugged the leash, and strained apart <br />My pack of unruly hounds: I cannot start <br />Them again on a quarry of knowledge they hate to hunt, <br />I can haul them and urge them no more. <br />No more can I endure to bear the brunt <br />Of the books that lie out on the desks: a full three score <br />Of several insults of blotted pages and scrawl <br />Of slovenly work that they have offered me. <br />I am sick, and tired more than any thrall <br />Upon the woodstacks working weariedly.<br /><br />Brie Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afternoon-in-school-2/
