Below is the poem entitled Country School which was written by poet
Hillman. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The little brick school house
where Mama used to go,
sets quietly atop the hill
thru' summer heat and snow.
The bell on top is silent now,
the window shutters tight,
the door is weather-beaten,
and floors an awful sight.
The old stove is still standing
in the center of the room,
Lilac bushes, long forgot,
beside brick walls still bloom.
Blackboards stretch across one end
stained with dust and chalk,
memories those walls would tell
if only they could talk.
Honored places are now faded
where president pictures hung,
Pledge of Allegiance always said
when morning bell was rung.
There's a hitchin' post for horses
the children rode to school,
no bus for transportation then
to learn the Golden Rule.
Discipline was taught there,
honor and respect,
to take responsibility,
not leave one's youth unchecked.
The old place holds the secrets
of bygone days that passed,
of children growing tall and straight
with rules of life to last .
That dear old country school
where younsters sought their goal
within those walls of mortared brick
now stands empty of its soul.