The old school on Oak Street
Holds memories for me,
Of elementary years
And a time that was carefree.
‘Twas a part of my foundation,
The formative years;
Preparing for the future,
With all its hidden fears.
Reading, writing, arithmetic.
Spelling, chorus, art.
Science and English
Were all a vital part.
But, too, there was fun.
The old 'playground, '
The highlight of the day,
Gave a 'break' from the 'noun.'
The teachers were endearing—
So lovable and kind.
The food was delicious,
And cooked, oh, so fine.
The old school on Oak Street—
Haynes Elementary—
I will always cherish
With such fond memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem