I should go back to my shorthand books,
And the familiar things that I know:
To hooks on strokes that distinguish the words
And separate brow from blow;
The strokes that are light, those that are dark
And the ones that are half the length,
And the writing of 's' on the opposite side
To show that there’s 'r' in strength.
I should go back to my shorthand books –
To positions of outlines on lines;
To contractions, grammalogues, phrases I learnt,
And other familiar signs.
I'd love to go back to the student world,
And, once more, to the teaching of skills -
But sadly that life is a part of my past,
Far away from these Yorkshire hills.
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