Though It's Bitter The Elixir In My Village Thatched School Comments

This is superb Nimal - one of your finest poems. A bitter-sweet reminder of our need for 'home' and the yearning from those who seek refuge in places far away which is never far from the surface. 'Gray like woman's morning' and 'My crying bare feet' are particularly impressive and your notion of being 'tempered like steel' by the firm hand of your headmaster rings particularly true. Wonderful poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The imagery in this poem is outstanding. Also, your brave spirit and determination to soldier on in spite of the bitter lessons you have had to learn. I hope that you have some gentle memories of this thatched village school as well. As always, a privilege to read. Warmest regards, Sandra