Autumn Alma Mater

feels like lonely chilly autumn leaves thrown asunder ruffling the calm of lake falling, scattering all over your feet each pace that you take grasses dance feverishly while sparing birds' songs work an echo in a soul still looking for a place in his alma mater the old brass bell that long ago held our hearts and mind, fervently accompanied us through every minute of school still hangs - a solid air of authority - a no nonsense master recognising nothing except the hourly call to each new lesson, new knowledge the rows of crimson classes still stand with quiet open doors there, shadows of chairs and tables gently cast their geometric lines the only element here still at constant with my heart a filamen that soothes those yesteryears I was shadow of shadows the blackboards beckon holding gently at an attitude that stamp of infinity when it comes to learning the fiery glow of the setting sun on the window panes reflects those waves of alma mater sentiments and attachments tugging at my heartstrings a zither maestro beating out his song dedicated teachers straight As geniuses smart sports lads, the overambitious lonely hearts, libido driven bleary-yed boys, bookworms, bullies, sissies - all now but a cool reflective evening for an unknown still trying to find his footing in his old old school