Remembering

T'was the cooling of the evening,
After the day had worn.
That I strolled along the avenue,
In the town where I was born.

Familiar sights, in shadow cast,
Brought back my childhood glee.
And opened up a vision there,
With culvert...road...and swinging tree.

The old school stood upon the square,
Its battered doors still hung.
The feeling in my heart came out,
Without the use of tongue.

Years of foot prints pressed together,
Where we Elfin Sprites had trod.
There I stood and measured distance,
How deep was mine beneath the sod.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

"O how I remember...the old school that I went to and stood in line to march in...Yes...O I do remember." E.P.