The Learning Home
The tower nestled tween the brick and mortar,
as morning showers light upon the dome.
When up the hill the children bring their treasures,
to enter their beloved learning home.
As years passed by, the land changed round about it,
and many of the children walked away.
They all remembered how they loved and cherised
green velvet grass where they would laugh and play.
But time Is such an unforgiving master.
Thinks not about such mem'ries left behind.
So when the children pass by in the future,
They'll think about past days so sweet and kind.
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