A schoolmasters life ..story by Jude kyrie

1873

Chipping Sodbury England 

Grenville school for young English Gentlemen.

The bell for evensong rang out

It was seven o'clock the boys would be

Going to the school chapel he wanted to see them.

He was so old where had all the time passed.

He remembered it was 1876 he was such a young

Man so full of dreams and possibly.

His days at a schoolmaster at Grenville school for boys

had began.

He knew he was a shy stodgy schoolmaster going unnoticed.

No promotions just the same grade.

Then a miracle happened

Grace found him he did not mean a gift of faith

He always has that of course.

If was the most stunning lady he had ever seen.

He was at the train station at Chippingham Wold

The fog had set in and the trains were delayed..

He sat in the waiting room and she was there.

Her smile lit up the room.

I did not have the skills to enchant the fairer sex

Only the words of masters like Chaucer and Shakespeare.

She said would you like to join me for a tea and scones

She withdrew a flask of sweet tea and gave me one of her scones.

We talked for hours in the deep fog that kept us there overnight.

She said thank you for keeping me safe overnight

I was quite afraid she did not look afraid.

The train arrive to take us to chipping sodbury.

As we exited the train she slipped me her address on her scented card that

Was perfumed with gardenias.

I still have it even in my eighties

I had fallen for her you see.

But who would not have.

I picked up my courage from my boots

And knocked on her door.

We married six months later.

I have never been as happy before or since.

The next five years were heaven she charmed the

School committee and all the boys

They loved her well almost as much as I did you see.

She  kissed me at the door after the cricket match

We beat you turnberry wells by seven runs

I was pink with excitement.

We are having a child she said.

I wept in joy

Then when the labor came she had eclampsia

And the labor was hard

After many hours the doctor came down

From the bedroom.

I looked up

He shook his head.

And the child I mumbled.

His sad eyes cell to the ground.

I never married again

How could I I had drank from the cup of perfection.

The great war came

At evensong I read the names of my fallen boys

William's burns sands Rene And  colley

Who received a posthumous Victoria cross

For pulling his wounded Batman from the line of fire

In a failed charge upon the German trenches.

The tears fell from my eyes as their faces

Appeared as the boys I loved.

The war tumbled to an end and the sons of the fallen came back

As young boys to Grenville

I was old and headmaster of that sainted school.

Roll call of the new boys

William's sir burns sir coley sir

I taught your father's I said softly.

Then the years rolled by

I was lay in my death bed nearly ninety now

I heard two of the young masters outside my door.

The old man is dying

He lost his wife years ago

Never had any children it such a shame.

I said but that's not true

I had a thousand children

And they were all boys.

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