School Days Poem by Michael Walker

'School days are the best days of your life.`
I have heard that said so often, but I disagree.
Adult life was much more attractive for me.
Memories of childhood and adolescence are happy, though.

I got to like the primary school in a rural town,
where the surrounding farms seemed to roll on forever.
I enjoyed the teachers, the subjects they explained,
playing softball and learning to swim down at the pool.

I went to two high schools in two towns, similar really.
I hated leaving the first, but adapted to the second,
becoming their top scholar in form seven, but clashing
with teachers and glad to discard the uniform after graduation.