
The Schoolhouse
She used to be a beauty.
A place of country pride.
The local neighbors built her
To house their kids inside.
The school bell tolled each morning,
And kids came filing in,
Some were slow and lagging,
Others rushed in with a grin.
School days were slower then,
No rushing class to class.
You raised your hand for bathroom time,
And you didn't need a pass.
The teachers knew your families.
They knew your father's Dad.
You always minded your P&Qs,
So Teacher wouldn't get mad.
All too soon a road came through,
And left the old school behind.
And where she used to team with life,
Her windows are now shut and blind.
If you walk the schoolyard,
You can almost hear the sound,
Of children's joy and laughter,
Heard when recess came around.
It was a time of glory,
A simpler way of life.
Where childhood cares were easy ones,
And life not as full of strife.
Oh! Take me back to that gentler time,
When I could be a kid.
And I was taught to do my best,
No matter what I did.
Take a breath and close your eyes.
Some day she will be gone.
All memory of her will turn to dust
As God's time marches on.
© Diana Kosmoski 2010
Photo @Judilynn


