New school

New school

It all looks quite familiar

But it’s different all the same.

I know that she’s my teacher

But I still don’t know her name.

I know I should remember

But I found it hard to say.

I hope I get my classmates’

Names correct another day.

Playtime’s in the playground

But I don’t know where that is.

And after that I’ve got PE

And then a science quiz.

I hope I packed my T-shirt

And my running shoes look cool.

There is so much to remember

When you start a different school.

My feet just are not used to

Walking round a different place.

And in English, maths and history

Yet another different face.

This new shirt feels so itchy

And my face feels really hot.

I wonder if they’ll like me?

Of course they will, why not?

And that kid there looks friendly

That boy who’s wearing red.

I think his name is Peter

That’s what those girls just said.

I know I should go over

And say a shy hello.

And if I’m lucky he will smile

And show me where to go.

But look, he’s coming over

With a big smile on his face.

It only takes one person

To help you find your place.

Gillian Craig