Scolded to School

Scolded to school at four, and

High on the wall in the hall

A path lined with lolly poplars

Wound its wistful way into

A darkling distance.

 

I picture it now, no fading, bright

Still with hope. How I thank

The Lord that still I can: that

In that distance no longer dark

Still I am.

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