Our fathers built the village school
Those nights they went home weary,
The village helped paint the rooms
With colors that were cheery.
The village school is empty now,
But I recall it oh so well,
When this place was full of kids,
Who answered teachers bell.
We went to school in twos and threes,
Some laughing and some talking.
The lucky ones on horseback,
With most of us just walking.
We played all sorts of funny games,
While we wait for school to start,
And when the teacher rang the bell
Our playtime did depart.
We sat at desks with heads bent down,
We learned all our A B C.
With reading-writing and 'rithmetic,
And some geometry.
We closed the day,tired and worn,
Then made our own way home,
To do odd jobs around the place,
With just the token moan.
Tomorrow will be another day.
There'll be many a happy yell,
As we make our way back to school
While listening for teachers bell.
Now that I've grown much older
I often sit and wonder why
I can't relive those carefree days
I enjoyed in years gone by.
Memories of years gone by
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This poem certainly speaks of the days gone by. A little village school i believe would not exist in these times. I smiled when i read this because growing up in the 60's, our school only had 50 kids and your poem sounded just like it. Kids on horse back and others walking was what i saw. You must have gone to a pretty small school too by the sound of this. A wonderful memory you have shared with us and thank you. Reading this brings forth a lot of good times from the past.
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The old school I went to is long gone. There is one still standing down the road a bit. Had all of 12 kids there, but the education mob closed the school and bus the kids 35 km to Binnaway school.
I still have happy memories of my early school days.Thank you for commenting, I always get a kick from comments.
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Very good
Its amazing that often I wonder the same thing and why our memories done go back far enough to play in those days once again . But I guess we were playing so hard and growing so fast we never gave it time to really sink in
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I have been offline for a while and am now getting back to some sort of normal life again after moving to another house. Thank you for your comment. I have a lot of catching up to do. Best wishes for your new job.
Cheers, Bob
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Beautiful write Bob....they say that your school years are the happiest days of our lives, yet we are never aware of this until they have passed..
cheers mate
Rob..
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Hi Rob. I agree that School years are probably the happiest times of our lives but we don't know this until years later. Maybe its the fact that we have little responsibility in our makeup when we are children. Thank you my friend. Cheers, Bob.
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Aww lovely write of childhood times and joys! We all wish we could go back and relive carefree days as some time or another...
Really enjoy your reads for they give us glimpses into your life... just wonderful
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Thanks Jackie,the local village school building is empty and slowly falling to bits. Sad, but progress denotes bigger schools with better facilities etc etc. It was fun going to school as I remember it.
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This wwas lovely I don't really want to remember my days in school they were bad for me. But I do miss the old building that they tore down. It was ancient Was old when I was in elementary. It survived till a few years after I graduated then they tore it down and built a new one. I can still see it though even if it's gone. Excellent write Dear.
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Thank you Red, Here in Aussie the little schools in the villages have been deserted for years. Buses are the thing today. Take the kids to town. Our local village school still stands, deserted and damaged by vandals and just left to the elements. What a shame. I am old enough to remember these old places alive and vibrant with the activities of kids playing and yelling and having a good time.Progress will be asked to answer for its actions one day.Cheers and thanks again. Bob.
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