A tongue in cheek rant at the union battles of the sixties and seventies (fictional)
I refer to the beauty in a siren call and I mean only that in this poem of love.
I was inspired by Onemorething and the piece he/she wrote. I always loved to walk the empty corridors after we had dismissed the children.
The first day of the school holidays when teachers and parents swap frowns and smiles. I have been on both sides and I say " let them both rest" My lot now and parents in September....