RaharaStile ©️2022TonyFallon0220

 RaharaStile

2022TonyFallon0220

I sat on the old stile in a bit of dread

Apprehensive of the day that lay ahead

Another Autumn day of boredom and gloom

In my senior national school third class room

I had been detained in third another year

That punishment to me was far too severe

To my learning I easily could apply

Kept back because of blindness in my left eye

I still have twenty twenty in the other

The quarrel was really with my mother

With little schooling time she used the bookshelf

And she always tried to stand up for herself

She stood up for us little children likewise

Regardless of our ages or shapes or size

Such ungodly traits could be a powder keg

And had to be taken down at least a peg

If you were poor then ready funds were meager

You could not get ahead by being eager

Most slow and average students were ignored

Teachers did not have to answer to a board

Average schoolchildren's futures were unplanned

Who needed too much learning on the farmland

Corporal punishment was often and quick

It was not chastisement but a sally stick

So if you should be a teacher be prudent

It's not you who's important it's the student

Recall the wee boy on the stile years ago

The seeds had been planted but were not let grow