A Poem from Mrs Raven: My Chislehurst Gals
I have written this poem especially for my girls , as a celebration of our lives at Chislehurst School for Girls
My Chislehurst Gals (with apologies to Wordsworth)
I dashed briskly as a Headmistress
Who strides on heels thro’ corridor and classroom,
When all at once I saw a gaggle,
A giggle of black watch C’hurst gals;
Beside the piazza,beneath the lime tree,
Twisting and twirling, like leaves , in the Quad.
Continuous as the achievement points that glitter
And sparkle on the House point shield,
They gathered in the lunch queue,
Along the path, beside East :
1061 saw I at a glance,
Shaking their heads in hot denial.
Other schools beside them danced; but they
Out-did the competition in Glee:
A headmistress could not help but be proud,
In such a feisty company :
I gazed and gazed , but little thought
What joy the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my sun lounger I shall lie
In trauma or in mindfulness ,
They shall flash upon my inward eye
Which is the bliss of phased retirement ;
And then my heart with pleasure surely fills,
And dances again, with my C’hurst gals.
Mrs K Raven.