One Room School

In simpler times this one-room school was new. Now, standing near her timeworn frame, I cry. Yet here in bygone days fine children grew. A belfry white, with red brick walls stacked high. Slate shingles on its roof held rains at bay, and hearth-stoked fires kept students warm and dry. The years have seen the brick and timbers sway. Her memories are echoes on the wind, yet voices from that past still beg us, stay! I wish this plot of earth could once rescind and rejoin times those joyful children knew. Time and decay mean such dreams be chagrined. On this ground youth and learning both rang true, the one-room school of ancient, weathered hue. One Room School terza rima