There was an old chest
in the attic of memories,
it beckoned to be opened
and we gladly did the chore.
What burst forth from there
will last forevermore.
Coming into view was an old white building,
the old school house we all know
And on each side of the front steps
stood cedar trees their green all aglow.
The front doors opened and from inside
came the sound of a loud bell ring.
At once the halls were full of children
heading for the lunchroom pushing and shoving.
Ignoring the teachers’ shout for order and quiet,
they ran toward the smell of food.
They pushed, poked, jabbed
and made as much noise as they could.
The smell from the lunchroom told a tale of its own,
reaching our noses and drifting from the skies
Came a smell so familiar we knew it was Friday
for it was Hotdogs and French fries!
From the stairs on each side of the great hall
came the junior and senior high school
It was their time to rest from class
and break the golden rule.
There are just too many memories
to recall them all
Each one of us has our favorite ones
of time spend within these walls.
As the Chest lid is closed
and memories put back in place.
We can look around us now
and try to find a familiar face.
For time has left its mark
and memories have begun to fade
But we can always open the Chest of Memories
and among its treasures wade.
Written for Classes 1959,1960, 1961
Blue Springs High School Reunion
Copyright 7/12/2002
This was to be my last High School Reunion. I have many happy
memories of it seeing all my dear friends again.
It was my choice to leave that part of my life behind.
I still keep in touch with some of them and will always have fond
thoughts of good ole Blue Springs High School, Alabama. The building
no longer exists and that is a shame, it stood for many years and
graduated many good people.
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