End of year poem round 3
one-hundred or so sat in the theatre, all wearing a dark blue cloak, they listened to the speaker, droning on……and on….. rain ensued outside, dark, dour, dreary clouds covered the sky. rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat each drop, a bad omen. i was one of them, one of the one-hundred. listening was a marathon, the … Read more