brick built school
where my knowledge,
ran dry
a childhood that cradled me
as I cried
heartfelt achievements,
not in search of danger
only identity,
as I crashed as a teenager
a childhood that cradled me
when trouble,
rose above knee deep
when it tainted dreams,
in uneven sleep
James Garratt – Wednesday 5th November 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 