Poem: School holidays 1938
The finish bell rang, echoing all over the school
Class room doors opened, children waited in queue's
This was the start of our summer holiday
Sandy beaches trembled all round the bay
School gates burst open, an avalanche of joy
In three short minuets not a schoolgirl or boy
The school now empty. A hollow shell
Children raced home, like bats out of hell
All the streets were alive with oblivious children
Darting here and there causing absolute mayhem
Of horses carts and hand carts there were quite a few
With children hanging on the back, one hand or two
The traffic on the roads moved along very slow
Motor cars were few and merged in with the flow
Trolley buses were attached to overhead lines
Things moved slowly, there were no speeding fines
Clothes used for school were washed and put away
Along with one's shoes, So, bare feet every day
The next six weeks were sand , rocks and sea
Morning and afternoons and even after tea
Days full of plodging and swimming, just flew away
Rock pools full of mystery, were changed twice a day
Sand castle competitions caused many a fight
The designs were impressive and copying was rife
Time in the summer holiday just raced away
And in no time at all it was hair cut day
All were dragged screaming to the barbers chair
The alternative -a basin, and dad's doubtful flair
That Monday arrived and with it the school bell
We knew the drill and we settled in well
Nothing had changed except the class room
We'd moved up one.
Whilst others moved on. Albert Armstrong
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