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This Old Wood School Desk

OMG the smells of the woods and the old musky smells of the building, the texture and smells of a good book. The beauty in it all, wishing I could be a child again, but this time free, free from the bondage's that once held me down. The innocence ripped from the child sitting in this chair, the only comfort she could find was in the woods. Mother Earth was her best friend, the one she ran to for protection and nurturing.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/3/2016 11:34:00 PM

Anna Borsick, you've expressed yourself well, I enjoyed your poem. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry XOX ~LINDA~

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 11/6/2012 10:16:00 AM

An excellent write that I enjoyed reading today Anna. I hope to have more time in the future to read more. Love, Carol

Anna Borsick
Date: 11/6/2012 12:41:00 PM

Thank you Carol.

Ayesha Karim

Date: 11/6/2012 7:11:00 AM

I love this poem. I have memories as a very young girl and pupil having to do Dictation, learn Math and Foreign Languages. I remember having art class too. I was young then 9 and under and I got picked on but looking back on my childhood I feel as though I could have used a child psychologist or someone older an adult to talk to and open up about my feelings with. The image of the old wood school desk brings the memories back for me.