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Poetry

Back to school

As we near the end of summer,
Once again the kids return
To those hallowed halls or school rooms,
Where they go each year to learn.

Most of them are not too happy
To be giving up their fun,
But they soon accept the teaching
Once the classes have begun.

I hope most of them will study,
And will be inquisitive.
In a few years they'll be leaders
Of this land in which we live.

I had such a search for knowledge,
I remember as a youth.
How I loved to go to school,
Though some may think I stretch the truth.

I drive slowly by each school now,
Not because I think they're shrines.
But the fact, by each is posted,
20 miles per hour signs.