School Days Twenty Poems from the Classroom
You never forget your school days… Is this because we were young, our minds marvellously open to the new and undiscovered? Or is it the repeating patterns of the school day and year?
Whatever the reasons, there’ll always be moments we remember: the science experiment that went wrong, a teacher saying we’re a star or the sticky-palmed hours in the hall doing exams. And there’s the universal experience of daydreaming out of the classroom window:
“The teacher repeats the question.
Outside the window, on an overhanging branch,
a robin is ruffling its feathers…”
from ‘The Hand’ by Mary Ruefle
These lively and enriching poems capture the light and shade of our days at school, and celebrate the teachers who help shepherd us through childhood and out into the world.
Whatever the reasons, there’ll always be moments we remember: the science experiment that went wrong, a teacher saying we’re a star or the sticky-palmed hours in the hall doing exams. And there’s the universal experience of daydreaming out of the classroom window:
“The teacher repeats the question.
Outside the window, on an overhanging branch,
a robin is ruffling its feathers…”
from ‘The Hand’ by Mary Ruefle
These lively and enriching poems capture the light and shade of our days at school, and celebrate the teachers who help shepherd us through childhood and out into the world.
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44
137 x 210 mm
01 September 2024
30 January 2025
9781913627430
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You never forget your school days… Is this because we were young, our minds marvellously open to the new and undiscovered? Or is it the repeating patterns of the school day and year?
Whatever the reasons, there’ll always be moments we remember: the science experiment that went wrong, a teacher saying we’re a star or the sticky-palmed hours in the hall doing exams. And there’s the universal experience of daydreaming out of the classroom window:
“The teacher repeats the question.
Outside the window, on an overhanging branch,
a robin is ruffling its feathers…”
from ‘The Hand’ by Mary Ruefle
These lively and enriching poems capture the light and shade of our days at school, and celebrate the teachers who help shepherd us through childhood and out into the world.
Whatever the reasons, there’ll always be moments we remember: the science experiment that went wrong, a teacher saying we’re a star or the sticky-palmed hours in the hall doing exams. And there’s the universal experience of daydreaming out of the classroom window:
“The teacher repeats the question.
Outside the window, on an overhanging branch,
a robin is ruffling its feathers…”
from ‘The Hand’ by Mary Ruefle
These lively and enriching poems capture the light and shade of our days at school, and celebrate the teachers who help shepherd us through childhood and out into the world.
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