News, events and discoveries of the Walkley Ways, Walkley Wars history project.
My mum wakes me up with a lantern
My mum wakes me up with a lantern,
I didn’t want the warmth of the cloth to leave me,
I put on my hand-knitted cotton school uniform,
The mist covering the park a faint glow the oil lamp,
We sit at the little wooden table eating bread and marmalade,
Mum kissed me bye and I walked through the misty air,
My shoes crunching on the cobbled street,
My school bag draped around my shoulder,
I could smell pickled onion and bread in my school bag,
I walked passed the dust-covered shops,
The occasional shadow lingering on the wall.
I see my buddy Harry we walk up Burnaby Crescent talking about a new toy a yoyo
The outline of the iron gates
I see black shadows playing tig
Zooming across the playground
I see the head teacher ringing the bell
We dashed across the playground climbing up the stairs
We go through the wooden doors
The teacher writing on the blackboard
A whack and a scream.