Wyther Park School Leeds Five by Barry Tebb

I stood there in front of forty-five faces

The first day of term, not especially fancying

"Exercises in Mechanical Arithmetic" and so instead

I read a poem from Kirkup in Japan, about Nijinsky,

Hand-written on a fan of rice-paper.

Thirty years later, taking a Sri Lankan girl

In search of her first job around London schools,

A Head-of-English announced "You wouldn’t get away

With that now!" as though I had committed

A crime-against-society.

I remember sending the boys out to change for P.T.

While the girls changed in front of me,

Was it some kind of incipient voyeurism?

And Sheila, my genius-child-poet, about whom

Redgrove said, "Of course you are in love!"

Or was it the poetry, some kind of anarchy,

"He’s quite mad about it and teaches nothing else",

The barely literate student teacher said.

Wittgenstein alternated between junior school teaching

And philosophy

Leavis ranted but read poetry inspirationally;

Twenty years later a stranger on a bus tapped my shoulder,

"What you taught me at nine got me two O'Levels,

That was all I ever got."

by Barry Tebb

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