Fond memories of youth enter your mind, <br />Thinking of the days when life seemed better. <br />How swiftly time seems to have passed by, <br />But the dreams and memories will last forever. <br /> <br />You see the old familiar haunts of the past, <br />The one room schoolhouse down the lane, <br />The trampled lot where you played during recess, <br />Adjacent to the field where the dandelion reigned. <br /> <br />You placed all your trust in one versatile teacher <br />Who taught all the children with the utmost care. <br />A desire to seek knowledge pulled you through, <br />Proud of a one room schoolhouse without fanfare. <br /> <br />Those yesterdays of carefree and happy youth, <br />Those school days full of curiosity and simple fun <br />Were the stepping stone you generally used - <br />The preparation to challenge the future had begun.<br /><br />Joseph T. Renaldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-one-room-schoolhouse/
