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Array ( [sid] => 104750 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL. [time] => 2005-08-31 03:27:40 [hometext] => Everyone remembers their first day in School. [bodytext] => I still remember it feels like yesterday,when I thought my mum was giving me away,
taken to a building, with little desk and chairs,shiny shoes white socks, ribbons in my hair,
mum led me in a room, a woman took my hand, who are all thease other kids, I didn't understand,


I felt frightened, vulnerable and small, i'll see you later on mum said, its your first day at school,
tears stung my eyes, as mum gave me a kiss, here's your lunch, your soon be used to this,
then she was gone, what did all this mean, was I still tucked up in bed, was it all a dream.

I couldn't play dolls, couldn't have my nap, skip around the garden, sit on my mums lap,
it cant be true, still thought I was dreaming, blinded by my tears, why was that boy screaming,
the smell of pencils, black boards, books and chalk, a strange woman saying please dont talk.

At the time didn't think I would survive, its a lot to take in, when your only five,
sometimes even now, when feeling vulnerable, memory's come flooding back,
of my first day at school. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 536 [topic] => 67 [informant] => lillyjane [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => schoolproblems )
FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL.

Contributed by lillyjane on Wednesday, 31st August 2005 @ 03:27:40 AM in AEST
Topic: schoolproblems



I still remember it feels like yesterday,when I thought my mum was giving me away,
taken to a building, with little desk and chairs,shiny shoes white socks, ribbons in my hair,
mum led me in a room, a woman took my hand, who are all thease other kids, I didn't understand,


I felt frightened, vulnerable and small, i'll see you later on mum said, its your first day at school,
tears stung my eyes, as mum gave me a kiss, here's your lunch, your soon be used to this,
then she was gone, what did all this mean, was I still tucked up in bed, was it all a dream.

I couldn't play dolls, couldn't have my nap, skip around the garden, sit on my mums lap,
it cant be true, still thought I was dreaming, blinded by my tears, why was that boy screaming,
the smell of pencils, black boards, books and chalk, a strange woman saying please dont talk.

At the time didn't think I would survive, its a lot to take in, when your only five,
sometimes even now, when feeling vulnerable, memory's come flooding back,
of my first day at school.




Copyright © lillyjane ... [ 2005-08-31 03:27:40]
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Re: FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL. (User Rating: 1 )
by Manda2 on Thursday, 1st September 2005 @ 03:21:09 PM AEST
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I loved this poem, it's true, you never forget your first day at school. I loved all the memories in the poem, I'll never forget the strong smell of pencils. Well done lillyjane, a very good write!


Re: FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL. (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Saturday, 3rd September 2005 @ 12:40:46 PM AEST
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This is a cool poem you show the fear and trepidation some kids go through well. It was not like that for me though.


Re: FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL. (User Rating: 1 )
by maestar on Sunday, 25th September 2005 @ 04:08:54 PM AEST
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I agree that school is like that on your first day.

well done very well put.

sorry for the late read, loved it.

Holly-mae :-)
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