Boarding School

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You turn at the big white sign

onto a smooth

one-laner

It is not one-way

but it is for you

new faces

from all over the world

you’re looking for new friends

and they are too

trees hug the road

on either side

and stretch their fingers out

mingling with old and new companions

from across a divide.

Formal Verse; The Road

Trees smother the sky

lamp-posts line the road

proclaiming the way

the lamps give no light

it falls through the leaves

a pallid green glow

that lightens the woods

A shadowy lake

is cast in the woods

The road is not long

but even the same

adventures begin

and end in this place