School Daydreams

The school window is inviting

Drawing my tired eyes

As I peer through the smeared glass

Whilst trying to stifle my tired sighs

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The classroom full and boring

As the teacher drones on and on

About subjects that hold no interest

From class, I feel withdrawn

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I wipe my woollen sleeved hand

Across the dirt-streaked view

And watch my lovely Julie

Playing hockey with her fiery crew

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To a backdrop of deep breaths

Sighs, and murmurs

With half of my classmates watching the clock

Whilst the rest stare at the door

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I nod to the teacher in feigned earnest

As though hanging on his every word

Whilst my eyes drift back to the hockey pitch

Where my brunette beauty has me bewitched

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Her beauty and wild spirit

The wind in her long hair

Her hockey stick swings back and forth

As she laughs without a care

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Through the mists of time, I see her

The wild beauty of my school days

Not tamed by time or life’s trials

As she winks and returns my gaze,

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As she takes our daughter by the hand

To safely cross the street

My daughter’s hockey stick held aloft

In giggling triumph and joy

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My daughter inherited her mum’s looks

Her hockey skills to be sure

The calmness she gets from me

And the sense of humour I so adore

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The family I call my own

Helps my spirits soar

I owe it all to my seat by the window

On that boring class of yore