An old Man climbed a rock strewn path
His step uncertain and slow
To visit the school he had attended
More than three score years ago.
The old stone house was vacant
Was lonely, sad and still
As in memory he recalled the children
He had played with on this hill
For moments he beheld this memory
He could hear their shouts of glee
But tears soon dimmed the picture
Til' he could no longer see
The Scenes continued fading
And the old man again was alone
He wiped his eyes and turned to go
For another dream had flown.
Note--The old school building is falling down now. But the Memories of That old School will always be clear in my Memories of yesterday...Charles E. Myers.....