Greenhill Grammar school, Oldham

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Greenhill Grammar School

My first impression of Greenhill school,
Was, that everybody was calm and cool,
The prefects showed us around the place,
Of broken windows there was no trace.

The atmosphere is warm and friendly,
But there's work to be done and it won't be easy,
With help and guidance from our teachers,
Gaining knowledge through their lectures.

From records hanging on the wall,
To attain such a standard is the aim of all,
In work and sport we'll do our best.
To honour our school with zeal and zest.

RONALD JAMES.
 

 

The Seasons

When Winter's gone then Spring is here.
And what is more the Summer's near,
The birds are singing in the trees,
The flowers are nodding in the breeze;
The little lambs come out to play.
Spring has surely come to stay.

Then comes Summer bright and gay,
The sun shines nearly every day,
The roses are in their full bloom,
With such a delicate perfume;
And no grey clouds foretell the rain,
Now that Summer's here again.

Now Autumn comes in all her glory,
And here I tell another story;
Of leaves of russet and of brown,
That to the earth come falling down.
And squirrels put their nuts in store,
To eat when Autumn is no more.

Then there's Winter bleak and cold.
The year is really getting old,
And by the frozen ponds and lakes,
The boys and girls put on their skates;
For though there's hardly any sun,
Winter really is such fun.

C. COLLINGE.
 

 

Pot-holing as a Hobby

 

When we learned that we were to have a holiday, five of us decided to go pot-holing.  We were all fourth formers, namely Gordon, who has done this before, and four newcomers, Blackshaw, Crumpton, Holden and Payne.  We met on the Friday of the half term holiday, all of us dressed accordingly in old clothes, for potholes are extremely dirty.  We all wore thick boots and carried torches.  We travelled by the express to Greenfield, from where Gordon guided us to the hole.  After a brief pause the latter fastened a belay to a rock at the entrance and paid out the 100ft. rope.  He then proceeded to descend until he reached the first turning which was rather dangerous as only a narrow ledge separated us from a 30ft. fall to a rock bottom.  After a frantic shout of "Shall I go back, Jeff?" from Blackshaw, he managed to pass.  There were no other upsets and soon everyone had slithered across the ledge to a safer position.  Gordon then dropped the rope down the drop and we all descended.  Once down we were safe to stretch our legs.  We suddenly realised that we were very hungry and decided to return to the top for dinner.  Holden provided a stepping stone to success for Blackshaw and Gordon who found it easy with his help to climb back.

Once back in daylight we attempted to rid ourselves of the mud, but still wearing black faces we lit a fire, ate our sandwiches and attempted to persuade Holden to part with some of his ginger beer. After the fight, Holden's miserly attitude left us still thirsty but everything was gathered up and we set off to do some rock climbing, but that's another story.

F. HOLDEN, J. GORDON.