A Visit At The School
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I used to wonder about you. and I still do, what you were like back in those days? I know you retired several years ago, but do you mind if I take a moment of your time? If you are currently busy I maybe can come back. I can only imagine everybody attired in their best while you adorned your stones, so pretty, in your days of glory Ah, but you aged and expanded as most all do. Dressed in the style of the day, but not the glamour you once knew. I always ask myself who knew you and sometimes I meet someone who did I still dream, what if anyone famous ever passed by? Would it be someone that I knew about or someone in history, someone taught about in school or someone, proudly, just briefly in print? The people that knew you could tell your story, but we are always in such a rush Always too much to do and never time to chew the fat. That stuff doesn’t hang around anymore anyhow. I look at these walls and see lovely are the vines that stand instead of some ugly graffiti, like some others that I’ve seen. Did you see fighters, bullies, jokers or how about lovers in your halls? Did you see daydreamers in your rooms? What did they dream; Being a bird to fly up from that valley to the east, looking in the windows at all the other kids, then flying high and far away forever? Did the kids pledge allegiance to the flag or pray to a God Almighty? No one, these days, wants to do that anymore. They took God out (You probably knew) and now the flag’s in jeopardy too. Did those that came to see you bring a gun? Did they shoot at cans that they got from the cafeteria, but not at one another, like it is today? An entirely different war not clearly defined, but let’s save that discussion for some other time. As I look I can only guess where each subject was taught, where each kid was sent and where lunch was served. What was the cuisine back then? Did you serve potatoes, carrots or corn on the cob? Maybe you had fried chicken, ham or roast beef? I can imagine a time, though, the children had to bring their own. Isn’t that the playground? Did children spin ‘til they were dizzy, fall then roll down to the bottom of that big hill? What did others pretend to be, cops & robbers, cowboys & indians or some fantastic super hero here to save the world? Where did all of your toys go? Were they stolen, unbolted and taken by thieves in the middle of the night; Were they moved to somewhere new; Maybe they rusted down and are settled into the uncut grass and hardened ground? I’m glad we had our little visit. You are a treasure of fact. I understand you need to rest, but I hope that I can come back.
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