Native American school, Nanaimo, March 3, 1942

I’m not sure what’s up with the writing on the chalk board, the teacher’s depressing poetry? I tried googling it, but nothing came up, so I’m guessing it’s just disjointed sentences but anyways, it reads:

and the sun is nearly set

but the bell has rung for tea

oh, suppose while I’m away

the waves come up to play

they often do -

how dreadful it would be

and I’m nearly starved to death

but I must fill the hole before I go