Miss Lawrence Poem by Buxton Shippy

To the tall and slender lady
Who first wrote on my mind,
Thanks.

Patiently, you taught us the alphabet
And to count from one to ten;
The joy of learning nursery rhymes,
Always with a smile
And an occasional laughter,
Thanks.

I am ripe as a wood-stump now,
But the formative years have not faded;
I can still see you standing,
Erect, before the black-board;
I can still feel the abacus,
In my lap.
Thanks.

For laying a solid foundation,
Thanks.