A Lonely One Room School

It is now old and in need of paint Sits alone in a field of grass Poor little lonely one room school So long ago since it’s had class If only it could tell us stories Of the children who sat in its seats Buzzing with exciting chatter Never thinking they’d face defeat School books worn on the corners For turning down pages a thing to do Buckets design for their small lunches Old-fashioned hats that set askew Oh listen, can you hear the laughter? Reciting their lessons every day Recess time in the school yard It was important to take time to play But you know, nothing lasts forever Except, of course, the golden rule I feel a bit sad when I look upon This precious lonely one room school!