By Abraham Budson, ’22
On a frost tipped cold-mid morning,
halfway through the year.
The old gym dark and quiet,
the new one crystal clear.
As the students would soon enter
and just as soon embark
As the light shut off forever
The floor all dust and dark
As songs and speeches sounded
the glorious nation praised
Commencements and somber moments
The new flags promptly raised
Students would soon start classes
On the nearly hallowed ground
The school bell ringing out
An almost sacred sound
The heavy treads soon rumbled
The old walls would meet their fate
Of the old schoolhouse constructed
In 1938.
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