A one-room schoolhouse
School days have changed,
laptops in each room,
doom stalks the hallways.
Prayer and Bible reading removed,
the core curriculum rules;
school days have changed.
No longer jumping rope
or doing finger painting,
laptops in each room.
No Dick or Jane books
or children feeling safe at school,
doom stalks the hallways.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
Poetry about the beauty, heritage and history of the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina appear on this blog.
Saturday, August 24, 2019
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