Fond memories of youth enter your mind,
Thinking of the days when life seemed better.
How swiftly time seems to have passed by,
But the dreams and memories will last forever.

You see the old familiar haunts of the past,
The one room schoolhouse down the lane,
The trampled lot where you played during recess,
Adjacent to the field where the dandelion reigned.

You placed all your trust in one versatile teacher
Who taught all the children with the utmost care.
A desire to seek knowledge pulled you through,
Proud of a one room schoolhouse without fanfare.

Those yesterdays of carefree and happy youth,
Those school days full of curiosity and simple fun
Were the stepping stone you generally used -
The preparation to challenge the future had begun.

Joseph T. Renaldi

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