“It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.” Alice…in Wonderland
The Deputy Headmistress has a bushel of autumn poetry at The Common Room, including this one: “October”By Rose Fylman The summer is over,The trees are all bare,There is mist in the garden and frost in the air.The meadows are emptyAnd gathered the sheaves-But isn’t it lovely kicking up leaves! John from the gardenHas taken the […]