Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Old Brush Hill School

School days, school days
Dear old Golden Rule days

Reading and writing and 'rithmetic

All to the tune of a hickory stick!

The song still echoes on a country drive
Through Pennsylvania hills,
On a bright September day.

The voices may have faded and gone away
But the lessons still remain,
And laughter will ever stay...

An autumn reminder of refracted truth:
Lovely crafting of lives,
And flowers on the way!

Reflections on an old, one-room schoolhouse, serendipitously happened upon during a scenic country drive.

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