Walking to school down goldenrod byways,
Chorus of blackbirds in frost-painted trees,
Swinging a dinner pail, hearing the crickets,
Feeling the crispness of September's breeze,
Hearing bell music beyond the horizon,
Down in the valley, the one-room red school -
Warm in my heart are these sweet, childhood memories
When life was pure joy with a few simple rules.
~ D.A. Hoover
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