Remember Elementary School Poem by Panagiota Romios

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Can you recall being in school?
The clock, whose hands never seemed to move

The scent of fresh pencil shavings?
A box of new crayons to not only open, but to smell.

The desks we had actually had inkwells, we used fountain
pens.
The beauty of a fresh notebook on which to write, it's
somehow welcoming feeling,

Learning to use a ruler, what fun.

Scissors and paste. Paints to not waste.
Some of us learned to read the
"Dick and Jane" series.

We actually had a real Christmas
tree~
Ah, that scent of childhood's
magnificence.

And yes, we could sing of Jesus
and His angels on high.
His presence was allowed to swell
our souls with youthful hope and joy.

We had no idiotic questions such as
are you a girl or a boy?
No girl ever got pregnant, their was
such a thing as chastity.

Who ever heard of murdering a baby.
Sorry, not in my day.

I give thanks for these simpler times.
I don't know how children can grow up
sane anymore!

When morality and God aretrashed
and relativity and no ethics is adored!

February 2,2002
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