The Old Class Room
My old class room may I always
remember the memories you
gave me so many years ago.
How could I forget you Miss Johnson
my 3rd grade teacher, the teacher
I ever had, who made me believe in myself,
teaching me so many things that I never forgot.
You were my teacher at Davis Grade School
in Grinnell Iowa, who was a friend
to a shy little kid, who all the other kids made fun of,
because I was the new kid in class.
Would like to go back to Davis Grade School
and pay the old class room a visit, knowing
that you have been gone for many years now,
I will never forget you Miss Johnson or that
old class room.
Written 8-15-11
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