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As I sit here now and reminisce, my memoryís right on track
And I see again a little boy with a schoolbag upon his back,
My first day at school is as clear today as it was all those years ago
Sitting up behind Pop on the horse & see my tear bank overflow.
There was only one male teacher in our tiny one room school
And to make the new kids feel at home was usually the rule,
He made us feel appreciated, Joe Johnson was his name
For three short years he taught us on his teaching road to fame.
Thinking of those schooldays in those far off days of yore
I was just an average pupil, not the sharp knife in the draw,
The three rís was what they taught us with a strong touch of discipline
To sound our words correctly and that swearing was a sin.
I remember well the fun we had long ago in youthful years
All the love and laughter, the good times and the tears,
At weekends weíd go rabbiting with the dogs and rifles too
Our chance to earn some pocket money when extras were so few.
Through our years of childhood all we knew were droughts
Dust storms and water shortages that filled our mind with doubt,
But you donít miss what youíve never had & it makes you more defiant
Iím sure it enhances character and it makes you self- reliant
I remember well the teenage years when I first learned to dance
Also when I started courting and my love life to advance,
Oh so sweet the memories as I live them all again
A great time in my youthful years that I can never more regain.
There comes a time in all our lives when a cross road we will reach
A line between youth and adulthood, a line that we must breach
Some are lucky that they know just what they want to do
While others take a risky path and their life goes all askew.
At the latter end of our life memories are all that we have left
The happy memories best remembered not the ones where weíre bereft
Wayward thoughts Iíve put aside and are certainly not my nemesis
For happy memories come flooding back as I sit here and reminisce.
Lindsay P Wilson