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By Josie Whitehead

Computer Class


By Josie Whitehead

Back to School

You wake, this sunny morning,
     And you’re feeling rather tired.
The sun is shining brightly
     But you don’t yet feel inspired.

A niggling thought then springs to mind:
     'I’ve something on today.'
Are you going somewhere special
     Or just out with friends to play?

Do you think your mother’s waiting?
     Are you going into town?
The thought of leaving your warm bed
     Then causes you to frown.

The last few weeks have been so good
     And all were filled with fun.
So what awaits you in the world
     Behind that shining sun?

'It’s eight o’clock,' your mother shouts.
     'You’ll not be there on time!'
Are you going somewhere special
     Where you’ll need to be by nine?

Then you suddenly remember –
     No, not France, Belgium or Spain.
You’re going back to school today
     And will see your friends again.

You shoot off to the bathroom,
     Wash your face and brush your hair.
You grab your clothes, dress quickly
     But with little thought or care.

Now breakfast’s gone, put shoes on feet
     And grab your coat and bag;
You’re waiting at the starting line.
     Down goes that starting flag!

Your feet stride out, you puff and pant;
     Your body’s full of fuel.
You join the other boys and girls
     Who’re rushing off to school.

There’ll be many things to talk about
      And much you want to say,

And you’ll soon forget how tired you felt
      Much earlier in the day.

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