First Poem part2?
THE SCHOOL I ATTENDED IN THOSE FAR OFF DAYS, WAS CALLED BILLESLEY SENIOR MIXED, AND OUR FAVOURITE TEACHER WAS OLD BENNY HOWES, HIS CANE CONTROLLED US WITH IT’S BEST SIX.
MY HOMEWORK COMPLETED IT WAS OFF
TO THE FIELD, ALL EXCITED AND HAPPY
TO BE FREE. TO BE CALLED HOURS LATER
BY THE VOICE OF MY MUM SHOUTING “CUM ON OUR BOBBY OR NO TEA”.
THEN THERE WAS MISTER CLAYTON OF STORY FAME, MILD MANNERED, BESPECTICLED BUT BRIGHT. HE USED TO GIVE OUT MEDALS TO HIMSELF EVERY TIME HE THOUGHT HE WAS RIGHT.
THE HORSE ROAD WAS ALSO OUR PLAYGROUD, CONKERS, KICK THE CAN, WHIP AND TOP WERE OUR GAMES, OR A RAID ON THE BLACK HAND GANG DOWN THE ROAD, OR JUST SITTING ON THE GUTTER NEAR THE DRAINS.
ON SATURDAY WE ALL USED TO MEET DOWN THE ROAD, A GREAT MASS OF US LEAVING OUR HOMES, THERE TO QUEUE AT THE TUDOR PICTURE HOUSE, TO SEE OUR FAVOURITES TOM MIX OR BUCK JONES.
I like it.
I hope to see more of your work.
Once again,
Nice work:)
