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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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Airforce Art Poetry

In the Hangar

#IWM #Airfix #Duxford

D-Day Spitfire Airfix – Made and Photographed by BF Kirkham.

A poetry piece by B.F. Kirkham.

There’s a bucket of wings on the table,

but this ain’t no KFC

You’re there with your mates at the ready

and take home a plane for free

You pick up the pieces as listed

the fellow from museum there to help

as your classmates fumble with pieces

and boys and girls start to yelp

Behind you is the perfect model –

they tell you it took men all those years

as part of the wing it does come off

and it almost brings you to tears

Patience – comes call from behind you

as you fiddle with the pieces for a while

it won’t take you long – and you can’t get it wrong

as the teacher gives you a smile

Suddenly it all comes together

the tail end the wings and the prop

resembling that big plane behind you

and its something you don’t want to drop

So you say ta to the model instructor

with your plane that’s been made paid and mended

and your classmates all fly, those planes from time gone by

before the trip to the museum is ended.

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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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Poetry

Tag

#fowc #tag

school of fish …. image by inky

down in the deep

where the water is warm

young fish come out of school

to play among the coral

going west and then east

following tide and current,

and as one fish catches the other

he calls he calls out in bubbles…..you’re it.
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Acrostic Clouds

Daydream

Sunday 1st March 2020

Doing schoolwork when the sun is shining is

A bit of a chore – and kids have been doing it for

Years, staring out the window

Doodling sheep out of the clouds

Reactions from the teacher ?

Expected, but getting angry won’t grab their attention

As the warm rays cast onto the tables of the classroom

Making colourful rainbows across the table

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Acrostic IWM North Museum Poetry

Achievement

#poetry #learning #expectation

Salford 16th February

A piece on school visits

Three coaches rolled up in the car park

One blue, one black, one green

Passing auntie, the football and the shops

Traffic jams were no fun

Or Waiting for the man with the sign to

Pass go from stop

There were grumbles getting off the coach

Old Trafford exchanged for the war museum

Pupils listening to sir, bore on

The security …. more of the same, but

Out of a corner….a new name

Person from a new place….change of space

Tanks and planes…new things to see

Objects to touch….and all for free

People to tell tales of air land and sea

And your guide at the entrance is about the space

A person to turn to with a friendly face

Telling a tale of the car, plane and gun

Making your visit a bit more fun

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Holidays

Summer Break

Sitting in the garden

Playing with a ball

As Mum or dad

Call out – from beyond the hall

Excitement awaits – we’re off to the museums!

Down goes your head – you don’t want to see ’em

Of course, its not like you’re grateful – you’ve been there before

Up with your classmates – till gone half past four

The holidays are for fun – out in the fresh air!

! You’ll be going somewhere sunny soon – but you don’t care! !

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Acrostic Water

Aquarium

Salford, 4th July 2019

Aquarium Watercolour by Inky

#Fowc #Aquarium #Fish

A picture of the underwater world

quorums of fish meet up in view of human eyes

under temperature controls

as schools of fish travel around

richly seeded beds of coloured gravel

in search of the fish food, hidden

under each pebble and on each sunken artifact

moving quickly past the glass

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Places Poetry

Abandoned (Derelict)

#FFFC #Abandoned #Derelict #Brokenwindows

with thanks to Aron Jäger@unsplash.com for providing the Image

I remember the weeks before the builders moved in

the children, were now learning – in bright shiny blocks

up the road in the next district

whilst the old building sat – a nest for the birds

and a target for vagabonds with little on their minds

smashed glass and vibrant graffiti the order of the day

as the old iron gates sat rusting

waiting for the wrecking balls to arrive