Half Mile Race
Walking past the plots
In my mind I see
Children playing on the swings
One of them is me.
Les is with me on that day
And there are several more
Among the other children
Are friends from long ago
It is Friday evening in summer
Though it's not very late
It's the eleventh of July
In nineteen fifty eight.
I am trying all the tricks
Like swinging on the bar
When I went too high, missed my step
The swing carries me too far.
I have landed on my ankle
As it crashed into the floor
And the first ones there to help me
Are my friends from long ago.
My ankle is becoming swollen
The pain shows on my face
But tomorrow is the gala
And I have the half-mile race.
In the final year at school
It was everybody's plan
To win the half mile race
To leave the school a man.
I woke up on the Saturday
My ankle black and blue
I wrapped it up in a bandage
I knew what I had to do.
I had to run the race
I had to try and score
For I wanted to impress
My friends from long ago
The race was under way
I knew in the opening lap
I would have to surge ahead
And open up a gap.
I felt my ankle hurting
Each time it hit the floor
I was buoyed up by the cheering
From my friends from long ago
One more lap to go
And still I was in the lead
Would I fulfill my dream
Was I going to succeed?
It was then I saw the finish
My ankle very sore
And yet I could hear the cheering
From my friends from long ago.
But then my hopes were shattered
My opportunity missed
Beaten on the final run in
By a boy named Peter Twist.
In one week I was leaving school
I still remember that day
When I said goodbye to my friends
And went sadly on my way.
I knew that I would miss them
Wherever I would go
But the ones I'd most remember
Were my friends from long ago.