New boys sat on the front row
beneath the headmaster's pew,
humbly beseeching polished brogues
as he lightened our darkness.
The author of peace
and lover of concord, he shepherded
our erring and straying through
Kings and Queens like lost sheep.
Woe betide the boy who fell
into sin or ran into any kind
of off-side trap or leg before,
according to his governance.
And day by day he brought us
safely to the beginning of our humble
assaults on childhood amidst a peace
which only now I understand.
John H Davies
17th June 2011
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