Friday, November 16, 2007

skirls
frae a far awa playgrun -
ma auld scuil hauf-caw'd doon




screams
from a faraway playground -
my old school half-demolished

7 comments:

  1. it's always sad to see memories ruined...

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  2. I feel the same way about my tree in the kindergarden yard. The school is still there though.

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  3. I know this feeling so well -- they're tearing down most of my high school. It hurts as I drive by. Why do we feel that way about buildings?

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  5. destruction of memories

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  6. An Alice Cooper return to School Days...

    Reminds me of Mulla Nasrudin tale: A natural catastrophe struck the community – not even a single raindrop had been seen to drop in the area for several months. A local religious authority entered the school and told Nasrudin, the local teacher, to send all of the children to the mosque. 'Why?' asked Nasrudin. 'All of the adults have been praying for rain continuously, to avail? Maybe the sincere cries of innocent children would be heard by the heavenly authorities', explained the man. ‘I'm afraid it won't work,' Nasrudin said. 'Had the sincere prayers of innocent children been answered, there would no longer be any school and school teacher left in the world!'

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