FIRST DAY IN THE JUNIORS
by John Yeo
The day is here, Mum is near.
I can hardly suppress a tear
My uniform is new and clean
Off to attend my very first day
In the Junior school.
We don’t go far, in Dad’s car.
My Mum called me a star.
Concrete playground drab and drear
Many children going my way
To the Junior school.
Dad says goodbye, I will not cry
I make a friend and by and by
The bell goes and the teacher arrives
With a smile. “Hello! I’m Miss Prim
Here in the Junior school.
An oblong block,
Then a chalk-filled duster
Both throw up clouds of chalky dust.
Inkwell and dipping-pen with
Blotting paper that soaks up inky blobs.
A wooden desk with an inkwell
Initials gouged in the lid.
Silence as the register is called
Before the lesson begins.
My thoughts stray from the subject.
Until with a blunt request.
“What do you think, boy?”
I feel flustered and I bluster,
“I am not too sure, Miss”
I daren’t reveal my thoughts.
“Go to the back of the class”
“Stupid boy!”
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