Many years ago

When I was quite young

My mother took me

To see her Elephant school

It had a flat roof

Which acted as a playground

For the children during breaks

I visited the area yesterday

And to my surprise

Found the school still standing

Although converted to another use

I looked at the flat roof from the road

And imagined the recreation

Of the interwar children

But nothing apart from the trees

Moved in the Spring breeze

The children were long gone

And would never return