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