A Walk Down Memory Lane
June 19, 2010

By Rose Marie Rideout

Hubby and I went for a ride today,
We  decided we’d visit yesterday,
We never reconized a face,
But felt we really knew this place.

Oh look, the blackboard’is still the same,
We  could hear each child’called by name.
The teacher wore that same stern smile,
That frightened each and every child.

We weren’t sure if we should stay,
So quietly we just slipped away.
We found ourselves on familiar ground,
With pews and pictures all around.

In the corner sat an organ so old,
A pot belly stove to shun out the cold.
A special place for the choir to sing,
A rope hung down for the bell to ring.

The cook house was next in line,
With baked beans and brown bread so fine.
We  remembered the benches from Pop’s old house,
Holes in the floorboards, to hide a mouse.

A young boy who may have been 9 or 10,
Told us the History of all down Memory Lane,
He knew the story as though he lived there,
Back in the time of the 40 and 50 years.