A Visit At The School Read Count : 129

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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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