Old Dalry Poem
9 June
I found this interesting poem by someone called JEP (not under copyright) in St Margaret's Parish Church Magazine "The Chronicle" . I hope that the author does not mind it being posted on here. It Is called "Old Dalry".
As I gaze upon the ruin
that was once my local school,
And wondered what are these people doing
Why are they being so cruel.
They're pulling it down stone by stone
But they don't hear its cries,
They won't think about what they've done
As each classroom dies.
As you look inside this old building
And see the walls all battered and broken,
It brings back memories of me and other children
I can even hear the lesson spoken.
It was here I learned to count, read and write
Where I made new friends in every class,
Where we marked the door to check our height
And when only twelve I met my first lass.
And now there is a brand new school
With all mod cons and gadgets galore,
Everything short of a swimming pool
Where kids can learn with no classroom door,
Where children will learn the how and why
From a caring staff who I'm sure will try
To make it just as good enough as my old Dalry.
So here's to the memories we recall
Here's to the friends who were best of all,
To all the pals and all the pests
To all the VIPs and all the guests
So let's raise a glass to all we recall
To Old Dalry that was best of all,
"To Old Dalry"
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