Arthur I found in archives:
Hi all,
This poem pretty much sums up my recollection of school blues.
Regards,
Russ
At school, uncut diamond in a coal mine,
with Milkybar kid haircut and gangly limbs,
I scrutinised everything through the bottoms
of NHS coffee jars.
Newsreader grammar,
habitual homework bore,
shy as an owl,
or the way mum would dress me
in sandals and shorts,
an old V neck sweater for sports?
I don't know - but survival became natural.
Girls curiosity if I belonged in Big School.
How to keep prying hands
from block and tackle?
Secret fantasies locked in
the storeroom with Miss,
testified by the damp mattress.
Bruises for souvenirs,
concerned parental advice,
"Hit the bully boys back, son,
or they'll never leave you alone."
Lads like me didn't do that.
Intellect was a greater weapon -
diplomacy and playground pacification.
Forgotten homework for the 'fit in' club.
Ignore the lessons,
who needs geometry anyway?
And where am I now?
Russ Walker
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