Elegy To The Class Room

Before they knew what depression was I would scheme and plot to steal candy by the box. Today's mounds bars with or without almonds coconut filled with real chocolate. In the sixties the kids weren't fat and neither was I inspite of the candy they lost. Foolish girls were smart as for looks I was not like most of the boys that were mirror images of their father's here in the south. Elegant teacher's that would beat your ass in front of the class each day, more harm then good. Some teachers knew and some didn't care about one small child's appetite for. Being exposed by example to them all it was U.S. we unwittingly watched many have died over the years but none like those that were lost. Squatting in the field across from the school where I watched them all as I ate.