The Old Schoolhouse

Today as I was wandering,

Through the corridors of my mind,

I thought of that old Schoolhouse

way back in the "olden times".

We all sat in just one room,

And learned our lessons well.

Just one teacher taught us all,

And at recess, she rang a bell.

She made use of the blackboard,

And we copied on our slates.

We learned to read and write,

And all history's important dates.

Arithmetic was important, too,

To add, subtract, and multiply,

And when you'd learned all of that,

Then she taught you to divide.

Lunch was carried in a little tin pail,

Or maybe a little brown sack,

And when lunchtime was over,

She rang that bell to call  us back.

Ah, those were the "good old days",

And it's all so different now.

With calculators and all that stuff,

It's just not the same somehow.

That old school is gone forever,

But there's one thing clear to me.

Nothing ever will take the place

Of that old schoolhouse memory.

Written by Anita Burney of Topeka, Kansas 2007