A Sonnet of Sonnets, by John Lewis Smith
Sonnet #04: Junior School
Term ends; the steam train takes me home again.
The awfulness of boarding school recedes:
Respite from discipline, threat of the cane
The barren, Spartan, loveless dormitories.
A rest from rigid routine and from games,
From endless hours assigned to bat and ball
From boredom at the weekend when it rains
From meals in silence at the dining hall.
At home I’m free to wander into town
And cycle through the country lanes at will.
In bed, I’m warm beneath the eiderdown,
There’s tasty food to eat with every meal.
A childhood tainted by imprisonment,
All for misguided thoughts of betterment.
19th March 2007