Yvonne Dalluge
Kathleen Jacobitz
Marcia Borcher
Sandi Corbitt-Sears
Dick Taylor

Lone Star School

History wrapped up in meter and rhyme 
Saves memories otherwise lost to time.
Recollections, while being selective, 
Bolster perhaps a broader perspective

Lone Star School

Scholarly Times in the Heart of the Universe

We trudged down the road and up the big hill 
    Five times a week to the book-learning mill
Where teacher and pupils got the job done 
    At Lone Star School in District 21. 

We sustained a momentum at our school 
    And disdained exception to the good rule.
Fixed upon our work and watching our fun 
    Were keen eyes of Lincoln and Washington. 

A real education ensued because 
    Of the great instructor Miss Margie was 
With every admirable feature 
    Of an artist, musician, and teacher. 

High upon the flagpole, Old Glory flew 
    Forty-eight proud stars on her patch of blue.
We pledged each day in reverent manner 
    Allegiance to that bright and bold banner. 

New songs were always pleasant surprises 
    During our opening exercises
When Miss Margie lent vocal expertise 
    To the tunes she played on piano keys. 

We'd sing "Go Tell Aunt Rhody," "Old Black Joe," 
   "Little Liza Jane," or "Long, Long Ago,"
Then "Home On The Range" with "Oh, Susannah" 
    Or "Someone's In The Kitchen With Dinah." 

Which musical session did we never 
    Do "Way Down Upon the Swanee River"
Nor look away to "Dixieland" each day 
    At "My Old Kentucky Home" far away? 

Completing assignments was not all fun; 
    But quicker we started, sooner got done.
True yearning for learning was just the trick 
    With reading, writing, and arithmetic. 

Rarely could I resist sketching faces 
    On assignment papers' unused spaces -- 
Compelled yet content, scarcely fighting-mad, 
    Making most of my Big Chief writing pad. 

Literature of choice, fancy to plain: 
    Encyclopedia or "Dick and Jane."
Tom SawyerTreasure IslandBlack Beauty 
    Served to fulfill our book reading duty. 

We absorbed those important facts so true 
    And would spell all the hardest words we knew.
We could name most states on the flip-chart map 
    And never wore a pointed dunce's cap. 

Naturally bonded in friendships made, 
    At recess and lunch hour we ran and played,
Chased by the 'Bear' -- one of the schoolyard games 
    Out of many sporting fanciful names: 

Fruit Basket Upset -- Fox And Geese -- Blackman 
    Drop The Handkerchief -- Simon Says (We Can)
King On The Mountain -- May I? -- Red Rover 
    Work-Up Baseball -- Hide And Seek -- Andy Over 

We painted with our fingers, and then once 
    Carved Ivory soap into elephants.
Small mountains were built of paper mache 
    And puppet heads shaped from modeling clay. 

We saw how prettily hot sulphur glows 
    While its sharp odors irritate the nose.
Hydrochloric acid splashed on limestone 
    Made one big sizzle to be left alone. 

We found the reason a compass points north 
    And why we all celebrate July 4th.
With a magnifying glass we would learn 
    How focused sunbeams can make paper burn. 

Sometimes our ignorance made us stumble -- 
    An object lesson to keep us humble. 
Then we'd pick the right spirit and letter 
    That would change our crude ways for the better. 

We traded our portraits by photograph, 
    Played "It's In The Book" on the phonograph,
Knew that Perry Como said "Hoop Dee Doo" 
    And Bing Crosby believed the night turns blue. 

Soon those wind-blown snow storms with drifts immense 
    Would cover posts at the boundary fence
And show the pathways where cottontails go 
    With footprint evidence on fresh new snow. 

Holiday music stirred Santa Claus talk! 
    Miss Margie developed (with colored chalk
On all the blackboards) great biblical scenes 
    With the loving spirit that Christmas means. 

"Away in the Manger" and "Silent Night" 
    And "O, Come All Ye Faithful" were just right!
"O, Little Town of Bethlehem" withstood 
    Well in our fair "White Christmas" neighborhood. 

We heard "It Came Upon The Midnight Clear," 
    And then we'd "Deck The Halls" for one more year. 
"Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" -- we knew 
    "Rudolph, The Red-Nosed Reindeer" had come through. 

What a comforting sensation to see 
    Bright decorations on the Christmas tree!
Such a grand combination made for a 
    Warm ambience and magical aura. 

Students learned pieces in special time spent 
    Practicing skits for our school to present 
A Christmas program one December night 
    When adult approval relieved stage fright. 

The evening of our celebration 
    Underscored that divine affirmation
Which shows a just morality belongs 
    In our schools and our stories and our songs. 

Who brought some foil for the Christmas tree star? 
    Who tossed a sparrow in their neighbor's car? 
Who found that beautiful Christmas candle? 
    Whose tongue stuck to the water pump handle? 

Some very nice girls and well-behaved boys 
    Got candy and gifts of shiny new toys 
Or gloves or a doll or a ball-point pen 
    Just because Christmas had come once again. 

Continuous trickling of melting snow 
    Coursed down the slopes into Johnson Creek's flow, 
And nature delivered her springtime scene 
    With trees and pastures emerging in green. 

Strong interscholastic competition 
    Measured effectiveness of our mission
While demonstrating our good work and play 
    Way up at Burchard on Rural School Day. 

We studied those text books and tried our best, 
    Diligently working to pass each test;
And we braced ourselves to accept our fate, 
    Hoping that in May we would graduate. 

The style of those times in long ago years 
    Had words once spoken that none today hears
And such behavior we nevermore see 
    That produced the types we turned out to be. 

Such wonderful days are hard to forget 
    With lessons we learned and people we met.
Now we've each gone on our separate way. 
    That dear old schoolhouse stands empty today. 

Lone Star School

Copyright © Dick Taylor, 2004 "Lone Star School"

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