Back then my world was very small. Family and friends were a narrow group and school comprised most of the 'outside world'. Who your friends were and who you sat next to in lessons were crucially important. Lessons were to be got through with the least trouble and often work was an unwelcome interruption to the business of doodling. My 'rough book' or GNB (General Note Book) as it was called, became quite rich in creative drawing.
So what is here as material for a poem? What I lack is a moment - a specific event upon which to hang some of these more general thoughts. It's strange how few there are. Though there are more memories from home, I feel that the photo I have in mind requires a memory from school.
(Here there is quite a gap while I sat and thought.......)
I wonder if this will do - a memory of a Science lesson with a teacher called Mr Savage (!) in which I and others were told off for resting our heads on our hands - our forearms supported by the desk, of course. A common enough posture but one that Savage took against. He asked if we saw him doing that? (Well, obviously not - he was teaching and we were just sitting listening!)
Do you see me doing that? / asked Science teacher Savage / - is how we might begin.