I remembered the playground, the staff room, the boys playing table tennis before the start of school -
Rod had made us coffee each morning with moscovado sugar -
I'd walked from classroom to classroom wearing a dark blue suit -
Each door had opened upon a different adventure -
In one classroom, boys would be reading Of Mice And Men, calmly reflecting upon the nature of the American Dream -
Just down the corridor, they'd be sparking up in the toilets -
Sir, the Poles are fighting I'd be told -
How could I forget those days I thought -
How could I forget all those good people -
Len sighed a northern sigh -
It's all changed now he said -
11.00
Friday 12 May 2017
Wimborne
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