The Son is in Secondary School by Affran Sa’at
My badge has a Latin motto
Hope for the future
The future is hope
Or something
At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem
It is difficult to maintain
The whiteness of my shoes
Especially on Wednesdays
I must admit there is something quite special
About the bare thighs of hardworking scouts
The Malay chauffeurs
Who wait for my schoolmates
Sit on the car park kerb
Telling jokes to one another
Seven to the power of five is unreasonable
On Chinese New Year
Mrs Lee dressed up
In a sarong kebaya
And sang Bengawan Solo
The capital of Singapore is Singapore
My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A’s
For his Chinese LanguageMultiple-choice paper
In our annual yearbook
There is a photograph of me
Pushing a wheelchair and smiling
They caught me
At the exact moment
When my eyes were actually closed
The poet is actually relieving the good old days when he was still in school.
He was probably quite happy thinking about those good memories that he had shared with his friends in the past and probably just a little sad as he misses them.
I definitely share the same sentiments. My best memories of my primary school life is when I was in Primary 6. My friends and I were exceptionally close as we were taking our PSLE that year and would not hesitate to help those in need. We also learnt to treasure our friends as we knew that that was our last year in our primary school.
I have many fond memories of my primary school life although some may not be so pleasant. I had many good friends and I enjoyed my life there.
I memory that stuck in my mind is during the day where we received our PSLE results. Everyone was very tense. At the same time, we were also quite sad that we had to leave our school and friends. That was the day which many handshakes, pats on the back and words of encouragement were exchanged.
My Poem
The Day the Results were Released.
The day the results were released,
Everyone was pretty pleased
Amidst all the celebrating,
There was one thing
It was the last time we would be in school with our friends
We could not bare to leave them,
Handshakes and hugs were exchanged
I really thought your poem would end with you in your new track shoes sprinting to your new Secondary school! Now choose 2 classmates and comment on their analysis and poem.
ReplyDeleteThorough analysis but your poem is a little too short
ReplyDeleteIsn't really "the last time we would be in school with our friends". you can organise a class party or something.
ReplyDeleteWhere are IT lessons 4/5??
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