It was hard growing up in the seventies
when money wasn't forthcoming or spare
there were no packed lunches like they have today
and a sandwich was really quite rare.
Our House was behind our Primary school
and at break we would shout out loud
no one was scared in those old days
to shout all over the crowd.
The din was astonishingly chaotic
as you tried to be heard from afar
your were hoping to see mom at the window
holding a red jam jar.
It was toast on jam for mid day break
and mom would walk over with it
and if you gave her a scalding for being late
you could bet that you would get hit.
Free school milk as cold as ice
was another tasty treat
only made cold because of the winter
ice cold which nothing could beat.
At lunch time we went to school dinners
a wholesome meal was had
you would sit at the table and wait for the meal
which wasn't really bad.
Teachers were strict and had respect
you were more scared of them than your folks
but during the day you always got them back
with your practical jokes.
Those days didn't do us any harm
adults were given respect
children were poor but well loved
and you rarely heard of neglect.
How often do you think back to when you were at Primary school? the days when everything was a learning curve, were you made your mark, made friends, had fun just as young people should be doing, naturally its different these days at to the sixties and seventies, however school is school and we all have memories of it.
This poem goes back in time to the days of my Primary best years of my life.