mid-day late bells jolted us,
sending us single file into the hallway,
where we sat, pressing our heads
between our knees, waiting.
So begins John Philip Johnson's poem "There Have Come Soft Rains." To read this poem in its entirety on the Poetry Foundation's website, click here.
Read the poem "There Will Come Soft Rains" written by Sara Teasdale during wartime.
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