This Poem was Submitted By: Donna Jean Holton On Date: 2000-08-07 00:07:29 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Mack's Landing

The little, one room schoolhouse                     neglected in overgrown brush,                     weeds grow out of cracks in steps                    that lead up to the main entrance. Once laughter filled the playground,                     along with fresh cut grass and myrtle                    with showy bright purple flowers.                           Each day I hiked dirt roads to school  proudly toting my new lunch pail,                        making sure everyone noticed                               Howdy Doody and Clarabelle.                                 Inside,  the sandwich and cookies,                         lovingly wrapped by tender hands,                          waited to be eaten for lunch.                               The waxed paper, saved to sit on, would make the slide so slippery  I'd fly down, squealing with delight.  I played jacks on the front steps with                    Alice and Jane. I hated boys!         Wished they didn't pull my pigtails                  and pick on me all the time,                                     or did I?                                                                    

Copyright © August 2000 Donna Jean Holton

Additional Notes:
Mack's Landing was the name of the little school house I attended from kindergarten through 6th grade and was about a country block and a half away from where I lived.


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