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SECOND STOPPING POEM:
By An Old Schoolhouse

Door gapes, stairs are broken.
Here no one hears children shouting
"Pump pump pull away,"
Mice shred old scribblers
into love nests and pigeons swoop
through stone-pocked windows.

On the blackboard rail, chalk crumbles.
I gather it up, write my name,
turn, run, run from the room
pursued by gamin laughter,
my heart weeping from my eyes,
my ears roaring with 
"Pump pump pull away."

      

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Copyright 1989 by Mildred A. Rose,

all rights reserved.
Originally published by The Music House Press.
No part of this collection may be reproduced,
except in short reviews, without the
author's permission.

Feb 08, 2012, 06:44 AM CST

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