1938

A poem 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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