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School Years
Remembering elementary school years,
The Ticonderoga pencils, friends I hold dear.
My thoughts slip back many decades ago,
When life, love, and laughter within me glowed.
Some don’t share memories I hold tight,
Of chalkboards, felt erasers, doing what was right.
It was a time of allegiance each saying it proudly,
An understanding that’s missing nowadays sadly.
It was a time of baseballs and games played outdoors,
We children played and the referees kept meaningful scores.
It was a time of competition, scoreboards, and more,
And victors held high their trophies they adored.
It was a time when simplicity reigned,
Standards held high good grades proclaimed.
No one was overlooked as all were encouraged,
To do our best, no one was discouraged.
As I linger there and watch what was then,
Sitting with Ticonderoga pencils in hand.
It was worth every day that I attended,
The small rural school that was splendid.
So now I turn from the memories so dear,
But time has played its hand year after year.
I sit gray-headed, wrinkled hands suspended,
Over keyboards, pencils missing, fingers extended.
It was a time, those years that I wrote upon paper,
That I seek to keep deep within me like a vapor.
And let it out for all to see and read and remember,
A time with friends, baseball, and elementary school members.
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Dan R Fowler
Dan R. Fowler. 71, writing is more than a hobby, it's a place for me to become anyone I choose to be, visit mystical scenes, or swim deep within my brain. e-book paperback, or audible. type dan r fowler on the search line. Amazon
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Comments (1)
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