My mind goes back to an autumn cool
In the Land of Lincoln and a one room school.
Summer has past and the fields look dead
Southbound geese fill the skies overhead.
Squeaky the shoes recently bought in town
Hiding sore feet and their summer tan brown.
Stiff the new trousers unwashed as yet
While starched is the shirt and free from sweat.
Our teacher so pretty and married last June
Warmly greets each student so fears vanish soon.
Now it's great to see Ronnie, Sidney and Glen
Of much -matured Ruthie we ask, "Where's SHE been?"
Twenty young faces in grades one through eight
Sharing one room, an experience so great.
Years pass, memories fade is the general rule,
But never forgotten is the one room school.
posted by ken wilkins @ 4:37 PM
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