Grey the Shadow Has Laid Wales 1966
Grey the shadow has laid
Shoes are scattered buckles undone
Quite still the ball with which children played
In quiet corners the clocks hands don’t run
Chuckles sounded a happy day was made
Toy boxes in past times a wondrous scene
Clay models squeezed to shape in small hands
Books pens and paint brushes water soaked clean
Some glued paper with stuck coloured sands
A blackboard with chalk its white letters to be seen
The end of play bell had sound its saddening ring
Some counting was practiced at the front of the class
Some children at the piano with the teacher sing
But it isn’t the wind which rattles the glass
Outside the rain fell frozen too hail winter to bring
That grey shadow dealing death in its wake
What was the guardian doing that day
In silence and stillness bleeding fingers would rake
When so many loved ones were taken away
To listen for a voice a needed sound to make
22/9/21. Contest quintain Sicilian. Emile Pinet
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