Being Young


The Round School as it was called back in 1941.

When I was young and just a kid
I never thought of what I did
I had no concept of time
and would rise with the sun my life just fine
I walked to school with my friends
and then walked back home again
learning in a class so big
with a teacher that used a very big stick
which she used quite frequently
on troublesome students just like me
I never complained to my folks
as they thought it one big joke
and said that she was probably right
and was not doing it out of spite
but to teach right from wrong to kids like me
they had their own philosophy
and in their eyes she could do no wrong
and school is where I really belonged
I grew up and I survived
no worse for wear for the hidings I took
but wiser yet in so many ways
and the teachers name was Mrs Ray
such was my life long long ago
growing up in the country that I loved so
but that was almost a lifetime in years
as I was but a lad of with no fears
and even though it hurt at the time
I thank Mrs Ray for being so sublime
as she did not know that in her own way
she has shaped my life to this very day
such are the memories I have to show
from almost seventy five years ago.

If I could only wind back the clock….

Written 6/6/2019