John describes his old schoolyard as unforgettable despite it not being the nicest of places.
It can be the cruellest corner in this world,
Where feelings hurt and insults hurled,
We could never cross a sterner border,
Or joined more ruthless pecking order,
Yet most was forgiven and came amends,
Where was made many lifelong friends,
If memory becomes hazy and often marred,
We can never forget our old schoolyard.
— John Davison