A Poem from the Past

As I was searching through some things that my beautiful MIL had passed down to me from her teaching days, I came across this poem about a one room school and I wanted to share it:


One,two,three,four
Walls, some windows and a door,
Some battered desks, a dunces stool
Add up to the one-room school.


An iron stove that made us doze–
While one side baked, the other side froze.
A teacher’s desk, a hickory switch
That sometimes made our britches itch.


The teacher we all loved so well,
Who taught us how to add and spell.
From first grade on through graduation,
She nurtured our young education.


Though few there were in any grade,
We learned to be quite unafraid
Of what a higher grade might bring,
For each year we heard everything.


And if we could not spell a word
We should have learned while still in third
We could regain what we were missing
By knowing, later, when to listen.


We loved the little one-room school,
A citadel for sage and fool.
We learned of life, we learned endeavor,
But most, we learned to live together.


~Martin T. Bergsjo


I thought that was just GREAT! It does sound like our sweet home classrooms and co-ops. We learn well how to live and learn together!!! Hope you are having LOADS of summer fun.


Stay Cool and Cozy!!!
Charlotte