Your high walls harboured me from harm,
though unacademic the arts my balm;
spartan-lunches schooled in justice,
Quaked-soaked silence much trusted.
O sweet those special girls adored,
skidded those shiny parquet floors,
I readily joined rowdy pillow fights,
and illegal walks in early-dawn light.
Long-anticipated supper dance,
strobed music, surreptitious glances;
grateful for those deserved detentions,
gone bully name, no need to mention.
I’m seventies student, born to be wild
underground sounds, flower child;
unfinished education but this I share:
extra weight, salt-and-pepper hair.
Newtown, Newtown, reluctantly parted,
values ignited, writing kick-started;
my proxy parents, teachers steered,
though stern, still loved after years.
poet, 1972 – rear of photo