Thanks to Jenks , whose story/poem got me to thinking. About my secondary school.


MY OLD SECONDREY SCHOOL

My old secondary school

Now a row terraced houses

My old school built in 1900

No playing fields had to walk

A mile to play a game of football

Athletics and the like

The school not geared up fore academia

Just comply with the 1944 education act

And subsequent acks of parliament

Yet in its way a lot better than most

Education establishments

We kids treated with respect

We debated we challenge

We learned how to ague how to debate

We debated religen is there a God or not

We voted the majority said NO

The teacher a Welsh Methodist

Had no problems with the outcome

He was safe secure in his faith his believes

We respected him fore he respected us

We read the books we chose not as we told to read

We truly experienced the the best of the 60's

64 to 68

Hereson was not a bad school not bad at all

Of good memory fore many who attended it

Ken D Williams The Dyslexic Poet





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Written on 2012-04-17 at 12:05

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm inclined to agree with you, Ken, but my children see things differently. It seems that one's idea of the best years has to do with those he or she went through at a particular age.
2012-04-21


Adrian Wood
Cracking and full of memories. The best of the sixties were really the best of all years. Just think of some of the new dreams that happened! Makes the rest of the century look drab.
2012-04-19


Leovinus
My old school built in 1908, still there but the place where we filed obediently into Fire Drill lines now a carpark.

What will the children do if there is a fire ?

Thanks once again, Our Ken !
2012-04-18



People often look back on those years and think—it was a better time. I wonder if it really was. I think it was a more clearly defined time, the rules were simpler to understand, and the boundaries of propriety. So much depended on the teachers, still do. It seems you had good teachers, and therefore good memories. So much of life comes down to luck.
2012-04-18