Poem, Writer's Blog

School Mornings

Our teeth are scrubbed, our hair is brushed 

We’re almost ready but mum feels rushed 

We’ve washed our faces, bags are ready 

Eaten breakfast, slow and steady 


On with our uniforms, we look so smart 

Cleaning our shoes is a work of art 

Straighten our collars, we all look quite neat 

From freshly brushed hair to the socks on our feet. 


With bags on our shoulders, coats on our backs 

Our lunches are ready, which Mum always packs 

Mum locks the door and we’re all on our way 

We wonder aloud what we will learn today 


Will it be Numeracy, Literacy or games? 

Or will we be learning to write our own names? 

We already know how to do many of those things 

Mum taught us at home, to help spread our wings 


Each step brings us nearer to where we are head 

We all love our schooldays, want nothing instead 

As we round the corner, our friends we all meet 

We love to be here, this school is real neat! 



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