No school day

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The sun shone on the window,

And lit the yellow walls.

I didn’t want to go to school,

But I heard my mother call.

She made my breakfast porridge,

And granny took my hand.

She held it very tight

And I didn’t understand.

We went around the corner,

Passed the shop that sold the sweets.

Walking on and on

Till there was rubble at our feet.

My school stood up above me,

Like a shelf upon a shelf.

On top a blue Madonna

Was standing by herself.

A plane had dropped a bomb

In the middle of the night.

I didn’t have to go to school,

And that was very nice.

Mary Treveil,

Ardrossan Road,