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Goodbye Year 6

A Farewell Poem from Year 6, shared at the Leaver’s Service Tuesday 23rd July 2019

Benches, By Kev Payne

I remember my first day at school.
Fun. Exciting. Scary.
We’d just met our teachers and then we were taken into a big room
With big children and big ideas.
And we didn’t know what to do.
Fold your arms. Cross your legs. And I tie myself up in knots.
But I look behind me, at the big children,
At the biggest children, who are sat at the back,
On benches,
and they’re smiling, proud as punch, sat at the back,
On benches.
And I tell myself that, one day, that’ll be me.
In and out; up and down; time after time we sit at the front.

Until September comes.
New teacher. New children. New ideas. New place.
And we’re not sat at the front, but one place behind,
Moving a jot nearer the benches.
And I look behind me, at the biggest children, and the faces are different but the smiles are the same.
Smiles as wide as the ocean; proud as punch;
Sat at the back,
On benches.
In and out; up and down; time after time we sit near the front.
Until September comes.
New teacher. New ideas. New place.

Until September comes.
Until September comes.
Until September comes.

And then, before I know it, I’m there.
Finally. Sat at the back.
With a smile as wide as the ocean; proud as punch;
Sat on the benches.
And from there, I can see it all.
I can look back through time, through the laughs and the tears,
through the thoughts and the dreams,
through the shuffling bottoms and fidgety feet.
And at the front, my eyes stop.
And I can see me.
A smaller me, wide-eyed with wonder, with the World at our feet.
And we wave.
But it’s not goodbye.
It’s a fond farewell.
New adventures now await.

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