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The children also touch upon discipline methods in their school writing.
Here are three poems by different children on this subject.
A small boy waits
Eyes full of tears,
No cheers.
Pale.
He tries to ignore
The passing boys
Inside sore;
No noise.
Frail.
Ali Clabburn, 13 years, 4 months,
Surge (Beeston Hall), Autumn 1988.
Fear of what's to come;
An awful tune.
Hands are numb,
Home soon.
Hurry!
Fear of what's to come;
My face is hot.
What's the cost?
What's what?
Worry!
Celia Gregson, 12 years, 11 months, Surge (Beeston Hall), Autumn 1988.
"It wasn't me!" So
Worried he says,
Anger! Oh!
Always
Bad.
Embarassed -- never
Their faults! Him to
Blame. No her!
-- The shoe --
Sad.
Yet after: "It was
Nothing, I took
It". Friend awes --
Here, look:
Glad.
Thomas Leveritt, 12 years, 9 months, Surge (Beeston Hall), Autumn 1988.
Fear no more the heat of the cane
Nor the furious master's rages,
Thou shall never feel again
That smart, nor turn these dusty pages.
Lads and girls, both wise and fools,
Must all go on to public schools.
Hear no more the searing blast
That comes from P.E. madter's shout --
He's left behind when you at last
Depart this place and get right out.
The thin, the tall, the tug thar rules
All must go on to public schools.
Taste no more the chips and fish,
Nor the dreaded sausage meat,
No more the mousse on plastic dish --
All the meals are now complete.
Lads and girls, both wise and fools,
Must all go on to public schools.
H.J.L., Great Walstead Magazine 1987.
