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Poems by Murray Poets and Poems About Murray County
Schoolhouse on the Hill
Jane Arthur Pugmire

Of all my childhood memories, some that linger still,

Are the good old times I used to have in the schoolhouse on the hill.

Early in the morning came an echo through the dell,

Of the old familiar sounds of the little schoolhouse bell.

We'd get up in the dawn and walk about a mile or more

Down the road and cross the bridge and pass the country store.

Round the bend and up the hill and there the schoolhouse sat.

Though it rained and sometimes snowed, we got there you can bet.

The old pot-belly stove would turn red from all the heat

And we'd stand around and chatter as we warmed our hands and feet.

To the cloakroom we would go and hand our coats upon the rack,

And put away our lunches carried in a paper sack.

At recess we would have more fun playing games of sorts,

Like hopscotch or "kick the can" or "may I" on the porch.

To get a drink of water sometimes could be a task

‘Cause we'd have to pump and pump till the water came at last.

The old out-house was faithful till the boys over turned it

But they were taught a lesson and I'm certain that they learned it.

Every school has discipline and ours could cause some pain

For it was known, but whispered, in the corner was a cane.

Now the old schoolhouse still stands all alone upon the hill

And is haunted with the laughter of all the children still.

A barefoot child, a dirty face with a coy little grin,

Makes me sad to think that childhood days must end.

But as I reminisce, it gives my heart a thrill

To think about the good old days in the schoolhouse on the hill.

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