| Show the little brown schoolhouse by ANNE campbell AROUND A ROUND those brown walls my affections entwine although they are arc standing no more in my memory lingers fingers its simple design the windows the thick oaken door the little square panes have ad admitted bitted the light of many a long day for to me AS AB I 1 studied the three ra its at home bows every night the face of my teacher rd fd see the desks were initialed with names name that are cut on many any a tall granite shaft the blackboards have vanished where I 1 used to put gay pictures while naughty boys boy laughed remember the globe that revolved on the shelf the books that were penciled and nl worn the dunce with his tall tail cap who stood by himself the victim of scholarly scorn we girls wore bright aprons of gingham and print and when we got home every night our mothers would say now you yoa must do your stint for our samplers were mother mo theris delight the boys did the chores after school and arose with the first faint approach of the sun gun to help in the barn on their nimble bare toes they scurried till all ta tasks were done the little brown schoolhouses school housel what memories rise of days that will not come again I 1 of orchard and garden and clear sunny skies broad meadows and green winding lane the school bell will ring in september to call our children to lessons once more but never again will our own shadows fall the length of the old schoolhouse floor copyright WW Ber bernico vico |
