Schooldays

heatherbee

Scratching fingernails on a blackboard.

The white chalk dust in the air.

Noisy chatter all around us.

This is school we must be there.

Bells that ring out  in the distance.

Starting lessons maths or PE.

Then he enters in the room sir is here it falls to silence 

Take out your books he calls.

It's time to learn keep fooling round or stand out in the halls.

Heads are down pens at the ready hands up and down in the air.

Then the silence as we work as worker bees without a care.

Then that distance bell rings out louder we all dash out in to the hall some may dash to the bike shed have a sneaky cig or two or even maybe use the loo.

Then its lunch the queues are long full of chatter as we move.

Back to classes time goes quickly we cant wait for home time bell but tomorrow we will be back to some of us this childhood hell

These are our school days

  • Author: HeatherBee (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 19th, 2021 18:28
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Comments5

  • Doggerel Dave

    They are - or rather, for me. were (a very long time ago). True though.

    • heatherbee

      70s for me for high school think I left ard 1980 so yup many moons ago but I remember my nana use to say to me it will be some of the best years of your life at school. Now many years later she was so right.

    • dusk arising

      Formative years. I reflected back to some of my schoolday experiences upon reading this. Many stay with you don't they. Plenty were milestones in learning subjects not on the syllabus. So much learning crammed into our young lives, not just at school though, where does learning ever stop?

      • heatherbee

        So true I could probably do with a refresh on some of those subjects now. Always learning.

      • Goldfinch60

        Memories of schooldays a very long time ago, for the most part for me they are good memories, I left school in 1965 and then worked unstopped for 47 years and one month.

        Andy

        • heatherbee

          Well you have earned having time to do the things you enjoy writing being one.

        • orchidee

          Good write Heather.

        • Gary Edward Geraci

          Hats off to those teachers who could actually teach us something when all we wanted to do was fool around. Enjoyed your expressive writing Heatherbee.



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