All things bright and beautiful
We sat at the back of the hall andwatched Miss Popgood die.
We were singing
'All things bright and beautiful'
when she slid graceless
and slumped against
Year 4's coloured mural.
No-one seemed to notice,
the singing drowned her out
Mr Jenkins on the piano
always played a rousing hymn
while Miss Carter's out of sync
soprano raised the vaulted roofs.
I couldn't see her spirit rise
'In all things wise and wonderful.'
From my vantage point
I could see her drool.
Her eyes stayed open
with ashen paper skin.
We sang All things Bright and beautiful
and the Lord God took away.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2007-12-12 at 16:19
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