Across that tree we go
We’ve heard the bell’s brassy chime
Telling us it’s now school time
So put away that muddy ball
And you be careful you don’t fall!
Inspired by my father’s memory. There used to be stepping stones here when he was at the village school. He remembers the kids kicking around a ball and waiting for the school bell to call. I wonder how many times they arrived in class with wet feet!