Brinkworth is a village with a church upon a hill
It is peaceful all year round, the perfect place to chill
Walking down the road I see the little school
The girls chatter excitedly, the boys try to look cool
The lovely smell of baking, as in cookery they bake
The giggles and the fun as they do wake and shake
Then into class they file so happy and so smiley
Learning lessons from their teacher Mrs Evans Wiley
Learning about history, English and German too
But learning in a fun way in everything they do
The school bell it rings, is it really time to go?
Out in a single file the happy children flow
Calling to their parents of all the things they've done
How well they did today into parents arms they run
A train clatters down the track, it is time I believe
For me to jump upon that train so sad that I must leave.

by Gary Wickson