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Childhood Poetry Schooldays

Pint Sized Sheriff

#Writeclub #poetry #Nursery #Playground #School

Note from Inky : I’ve used the english terms for the younger end of school here, i realise they might be different elsewhere!

In response to the write club prompt “I am the law”

Written in a moment of insomnia by inky.

The posse in the playground are all taking cover –

there’s a new sheriff in town

Rolling into the playground on his wheeled silver horse

he’ll take on the bad guys (and raiders of course)

new hat, new leathers and britches

he’ll sort out the wild west of this dry gulch school

They took out the last sheriff in a high stakes duel

he landed on his bottom in the paddling pool!

And covered in sticky and given a fright

his deputies were in soapy suds for most of the night

The bandits they raided the tuck shop and all

till the leader of the playground sent out a call

Dressed in his boots and his one gallon hat

he yelled “i’m the sheriff!” and that was that

Water cascaded from east to the west

and the soaked bandits gave up to the sheriff that was best.

So to supersoakers in playground there’s a new kid in town

armed with his water pistols he’ll take them all down.

Post Note: When all of this happened teachers were in a muddle

on a bright shiny day the playground was a puddle!

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Growing up Life Poetry Schooldays

Comic

#Octpowrimo

He’s Smiling Again

enjoying a break from regular learning

reading the weekly funnies

suitable for all kinds of kid

and drawn by masters of their art

and learning the jokes in the middle

he’ll be entertaining his friends

out on the field

around playtime

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Poetry Schooldays

Invisible

#Invisible #life

It’s not easy being invisible….

at first i thought it would be fun

playing tricks in the playground

on each and everyone

Hiding away from the teachers gaze

while creating work that would amaze

drawing cartoons on the board in chalk

and puzzling teachers as out of class i’d walk

Occasionally the dinner staff would see me there

and fellow classmates would wonder where

i’d appeared like a rabbit – out of a hat

i said i was in the labs – and that was that

But the one girl who really caught my eye

smiled at me as i was eating my pie –

for she could see my visage coming down the stairs

and blew me a kiss – as i wasn’t aware.

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Memories Places Poetry Schooldays

Castlerigg

#Napowrimo #Room #Dorm

Reflection of a shared room (school retreat)

Painting from photo : Castlerigg Manor, Keswick (p) Brian F Kirkham 2020

Keswick, 1987

Up in the hills

by a mountain stream

a place of reflection and retreat

the room shared three

with a view of the lakes

a place to ponder, relax and take breaks

colour scheme – calming

a sight of some sheep

and during our breaks we would gambol and leap

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Childhood Food Growing up Schooldays

Amount

#Fowc #Amount

I remember when i was little

you could get a whole load of jelly beans

for a single silver coin

but as i got bigger

while the rainbows remained the same

that silver coin lost its sheen

as the silver coin you handed over

got you half the bag you got a year before

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IWM North Museums Schooldays

History

#FOWC #History

Heralds wrote tales down in books, while

in caves, our ancestors painted the tales on walls

some documenting the building of great monuments

then others, telling tales of the horrors of war

of course, the stories that remain are the ones in the books

retold by scholars for minds of a different age, and

yet – time passes by – and History moves forward

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Schooldays

Silence

#Octpowrimo #Silence

Tuesday 15th October 2019

It’s quiet – maybe too quiet

A pin would definitely be the noisiest thing in the room :-

but there’s a reason for the silence

final preparations for those end of year papers

like the whole of the fifth year had joined a monastic order

even the ladies and gents are sat on separate desks

but beyond the silence ? Mayhem in the schoolyard

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Acrostic Food Schooldays

Threat

#Fowc #Threat

The words were clear and definite

Hot on the plate – something really horrible

Reality ? If it wasn’t eaten up

Each child knew – they wouldn’t see the

Apple pie with custard

That was delivered after dinner

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Poetry Schooldays

The Rebel

#Fowc #Rebel

Salford, 6th July 2019

the one everyone remembered at school

not breaking the rules, just bending them

wearing skirts just above regulation

and turning up just in time avoiding detention

her fellow classmates – adored her act

popularity in the school yard ? – an absolute fact

but the lad in the library – reading his books

was the one she was after – if only he looked.

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Christmas Holidays Life Poetry Schooldays

Five more days of Christmas

Salford 2nd January 2019

#christmas #newyear

If you find this post a little scrambled, there is a reason

Six hours kip doesn’t do much for the festive spirit

But just what do you do after new year ?

Back to work or school after two weeks away

If you’re a kid all you want to do is play

With all those toys you pulled with name under tree

And played all week , your time is free

But now clock has chimed…schools calling for you

And work says mum and dad is needed too

While all the time the tree is in the corner with toys

That gave you a surprise, and some extended joy