Haiku 44-45 poetry generally.

44
sadoldgerydrizzle
single hibernating street
no iron now or mines                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

45

brownleaf grasscover

million twinleaves blustering
one redgold treasure

The first one describes Cleator Moor in Cumbria, we passed through it several times tracking a DofE group last summer.  Norman Nicholson's poem of that name was one of our O level pieces, the whole collection has left me with a love of poetry. How sad schools don't seem to have time for it now: "Coughing like old hags" doesn't have the same impact in prose, and "profuse strains of unpremeditated art" would sound pretentious in any other setting. I also suspect the lack of learning-by-heart has more impact then a simple lack of the ability to recall wonderful phrases or solve crosswords & pub-quizzes.