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Return to Room 4 So after twenty years, I’m back, Room 4, a school reunion tour. First change, step in no more through sliding door. And all the furniture looks newer. No chance a desk would scrape on bare floorboards No desks. No rows. Adieu. And, Good Lord - no blackboard to look toward. All eyes now drink the garden view. Cotoneaster berries jostle still, all bright orange and red, in random clusters, all so deshabille, on snaking branches overhead. Results-based seating, never a tool so blunt, Progress a chimera. Now garden focus whether back or front. Welcome, old room to new era. bw ######################################################################## To unsubscribe from the POETRYETC list, click the following link: https://www.jiscmail.ac.uk/cgi-bin/webadmin?SUBED1=POETRYETC&A=1