Greenhill Grammar school, Oldham

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Our School

What is it that captures your heart in a school,
With its high wooden desk and its strap and its rule.
The stern-faced headmaster with text book in hand,
Or the feeling of knowledge so great and so grand.

The blazer, the hat which you wear with some pride,
The way you have laughed, the way you have sighed.
The homework which bores you, and makes you feel mad,
When you've had mathematics and had to ask dad.


Or is it the feeling of friendship so rare,
Which makes you feel happy when life's hard to bear.
The sad times, the bright times, the kind and the cruel,
All these go together to make it our school.

RITA CONROY, 4X.

 

 

Exciting Finish
(With apologies to Newbolt)
There's a breathless hush on the field today
One to make and the match to win,
Two first year men, untried hefore,
Resist holh Ashton's speed and spin.
The third year men, afraid to look,
Hide themselves in the dressing room.
Kershaw makes the winning stroke,
A mighty roar pounds Ashton's doom.

 

   

Late for School
Ten to nine says our clock
And off to school I must trot.
When I get halfway down the row
I still have quite a way to go.

When I get near the school gate
I hear no shouts and guess I'm late.
I try to hurry through the yard
But with my schoolbag it's awful hard.

When I get in the hall,
I see A prefect waiting there for me.
She puts my name down in a book
For all the staff to have a look.

Each day I'll try to do better, I say,
And will not linger on the way.
Early for once, but I've forgotten my pen,
Oh, dear! I think I'm late again.

  VALERIE JONES.  
  JACQUELINE CARTSIDE.

  (1Z)