(also from Down Mare Creek Road)
I counted clothespins and sang my ABC's,
And learned how to read and write in that one-roomed school.
And I missed my mommy.
We carried water to drink from the waterfall,
And ate soup Miss Hartley made on a pot-bellied stove.
I received my first kiss from a boy when I was six years old--
Behind the school building with all the kids watching.
I got a spanking or two every day.
And I missed my mommy.
Thirty years have passed, and they no longer teach school in that little
white building.
My first school is now a place of worship,
Where I learn God's Word and pray and give of my means,
And commune with my Lord;
And I lift my voice with the congregation to sing "Precious Memories"--
And I miss my mommy.
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