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Back to School on Monday,
Lord, please let this Sunday never end,
Holidays are over, new year coming on,
No more lazy play filled days to spend.
Haircuts sharp as fashion will allow,
Uniforms ill fitting, new books in the bag,
Pansies in the border, lawn neatly mown,
The flag pole flies a freshly laundered flag.
Wistful mothers fretting by the door,
Shepherd infant pupils, lost, so small,
While gathered at the newly painted line,
Old friends seek each other, grown so tall.
School bell rings the call to classrooms new,
Scent of polish, desks all clean and shined,
Unfamiliar Teacher, looks a little stern,
But someone said it's rumoured she is kind.
It is the season of the shortening day,
Misty mornings, warm September sun,
Under the chestnut tree, conkers all around,
Another year in school has just begun.
By Paddy Mulhern
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