Fifty Years Ago
T’was nearly fifty years ago
In a little country school
That Donnie Heier and Joyce Irene
Ran from an angry mule.
They read their books near the stream
And climbed the chalky rocks.
They chased the fluttering butterflies,
He, with brown eyes, she, curly locks.
“Annie Over” was the game
That the four students played.
Charlie Johnson, Superintendent,
Frequent visits paid.
A pot-bellied stove
Kept us children warm.
No telephones or electric lights,
No water that would run.
Fifty years is a long, long time
Yet, they share their mem’ries now.
They still have many recollections
Of when and where and how.
That one-room school was moved away.
They picture it still there.
This year, the golden year,
A reunion they will share.