a different world it seem,
Then maybe it be so,
Maybe the self regenerates,
Maybe we'll never know.
Maybe that watching cricket
In the lazy summer sun,
Is like to fast remind us
Of those halcyon days of fun.
The sports hall and the fives courts,
And the tennis courts as well,
Remind us of ten years ago
When time was just a bell.
Bell to move us daily from each class and to the next,
Bell to time us hourly as we studied hard set text,
Bell to bring us into school and then to send us home,
Bell to mark our onward course as we left here to roam.
To roam beyond the playing fields,
To roam the outside wold,
How comforting return from there
Into this welcome fold.
Once more, the sights, the sounds, the smells,
Assail our sense high,
'Tis pity we must soon begone,
Return with drawn out sigh.