Do you remember your first encounter
(With Bishops' I mean)
The first classroom,
The first form-mistress,
Your first assembly?
Remember the term began on Wednesday morning?
Assembly, form business,
Then home for the rest of the day?
Few schools could claim such class!
Do you remember the sound of the gong
Reverberating through your soul,
And demure young ladies marching into the hall
Sitting on the floor
Knickers tastefully hidden
Creasing your wel-starched
Remember the Headmistress on the stage
Looking down on us,
While the Lord was beholding us
And blessing us once again?
Remember He used to dismiss us
And pardon us
Making those returning
More faithful than before?
Do you remember collecting stationery:
Two rough books and a pencil?
Can you recall the colours of the neat books?
What about the taste of the tamarinds
And the mangoes?
(Generous trees, may they rest in peace, in some place provided)
And the sound of Te Deum Laudamus
And the feel of God being in your head
And in your understanding
As you tried your best to be still,
One solemn Sunday afternoon
Do you remember the rules and regulations
Of those times?
Can you recall talking a mistress
Out of giving a form
A Bad Mark?
Or begging for
A Good Mark?
Do you remember how seriously
The prefects used to take their duties?
You remember Hat Inspection?
And what about the flowers on the lockers?
And the padlocks that compasses used to open
Remember hearing your name
On the detention list at Assembly?
Remember when 'they' introduced Saturday detention
And how 'we' fixed that one?
Do you remember a teacher
Who spoke softly,
Without facial expression,
But whom you dared not disobey?
And another who rolled her eyes
As her voice descended
In shocked disapproval?
Yet another enunciated clearly
With lips, and tongue, and teeth.
These are but a few of the memories
That make us
TRUE COMRADE AND TRUE FRIEND