There it was at the back of the school hall,
Written across the top of the memorial board.
Those words which we all knew,
Those words which we all dreaded.
They just sat there reminding us of their dread
As they were used to punish us.
We didn’t get lines,
We got ‘Knowledges’.
Write out fifty, or a hundred knowledges,
They were the words
That were used ,
Used as a ‘minor, punishment.
And even today, fifty three years later
I remember them with ease,
Those words of horror.
“Knowledge is a steep which few may climb,
while duty is a path which all must tread.”