67 Real Estate
1
I was off to college,
And it was nineteen sixty-seven,
Dad bought two properties up,
In rather rapid succession.
2
One place was a farm house,
At the top of Tapp’s ridge,
Lower down he bought a school house,
Which wasn’t very big.
3
It was one of those one-room schools,
That notoriously go way back,
So farm kids could walk to school,
Passed cornfields and haystacks.
4
Dad’s school house was the real thing,
With the slate blackboard adorned in chalk,
And a shadow high on the wall,
Where there had once been a clock.
5
The old school house still had wooden desks,
I heart Margaret was carved in one,
The floor was planked in old growth oak,
The only door faced the morning Sun.
6
A woodstove was centered in the back,
Complete with a half bucket of coal,
And the Wainscot on the back wall,
Displayed brass coat hooks in a row.
7
The foyer was best of all,
It had boxes of books for the kids,
It looked like they were coming back for them,
But they never did.