Proudly and yet lonely
stands a limestone school
on a flint hill in Kansas
a stately monument
to a day so long ago
when she was the hub of activity
for a small rural community
of hard working farmers.
She educated their children
as a gathering place
for talent shows and box suppers
and ballot boxes.
Her approach was a dusty path
where children walked
or rode their horses
with books and lunch boxes at their side.
This vanished path has been replaced
with flowers
and weeds
and prairie grass.
Because she was not made with wood
her rock walls stand tall and straight
like a tall slender deer
slowly looking all around
to check the horizon for danger.
Her pane-less window
let in the bright sun
the spring rains
and cold winter blizzards.
The bell in the tower
poises ready to peal
a friendly call to the community
if someone pulls gently
on the strong hemp rope.
From time to time
a former student
makes the long rugged trek
to behold this old friend
and recall so many
priceless memories.
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With Love,
Cindy
Cheers,
Dan
Georg