Thursday, March 21, 2019

Country School Days


At the Corner
 
Today he was first there at the corner
Ready for school, he would wait for the girls
Soon they would be coming, most often they'd
be at the corner first waiting for him.

The three of them would exchange their greetings
and tell just a little bit of their life
Bits and pieces in place they would grow up
More than just buddy buddy they were chums

Nothing romantic, those thoughts never told
Teens a bit naïve to grownup's fun ways
didn't keep them from school kids' pillow talk
A little here and there monkey business

Puzzled by biological urges
All staying low, a mystery to them
Exploration away from the classroom
None of that this morning, school business waits

They were in different grades, still bosom friends
Older girl tenth grade, little sister eighth
Him the middle at nine, shared the class room
Teacher's a dunce they thought, she wore no bra

That's country school back then, the upper grades
One room for them, seven, eight, nine, and ten
Three kids in top three grades, two in seventh
Barn held six horses, these three and three more

Though no romance their crushes filled the air
His for two girls who rode with him plus one
The other two were laying bids for him
But he loved his horse more than those girls

After class the horses pulled at the reins
Fine oats were waiting, they tried to hurry
Teens were in no haste, made their horses plod
Plan for the morrow, part at the corner
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - (Photo is my ScreenPrint of #2 of nine supplied by Margaret at the link below.  She discovered her pictures while antique shopping and posted nine for inspiration for us to write.)
 - I'm linked with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/03/artistic-interpretations-with-margaret.html 
 - Note:  I have seen copies of the picture I used before but I have no idea where.  I suppose the artist was in the nineteenth century and sold copy rights for not much.  I probably would buy one if it were available for a reasonable price.

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10 Comments:

At Thursday, March 21, 2019 8:13:00 PM, Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

It sounds like an innocent and lovely time, Jim.

 
At Friday, March 22, 2019 10:29:00 AM, Blogger Vivian Zems said...

Ah, the joys of youth and innocence!

 
At Friday, March 22, 2019 11:51:00 AM, Blogger Kerry O'Connor said...

You saw a whole plot unfolding within the scene - that is the best thing about art. It is like a window on a whole new world.

 
At Friday, March 22, 2019 2:22:00 PM, Blogger Helen said...

You created a vivid work of art and history I can relate to.

 
At Friday, March 22, 2019 5:26:00 PM, Blogger Old Egg said...

This took me back Jim; especially to walk to and from school meeting up with others but mainly with girls on the way home; or in my case with one girl especially with whom I walked to the station talking about everything under the sun and occasionally grabbing a kiss as she got on the train.

 
At Saturday, March 23, 2019 4:02:00 AM, Blogger Kim Russell said...

Great memories, Jim!

 
At Saturday, March 23, 2019 11:40:00 AM, Blogger brudberg said...

this is so sweet... that confusion before the hormones set in...

 
At Saturday, March 23, 2019 12:14:00 PM, Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

I love the innocent feeling in this.. a time when a crush's smile carried enough weight to carry a spirit for days

 
At Saturday, March 23, 2019 12:50:00 PM, Blogger Margaret said...

..he loved his horse more than the girls... ha! Love that.

 
At Thursday, March 28, 2019 1:45:00 PM, Blogger Sara McNulty said...

Such a childhood feel to this. Naturally the horse would be more loved.

 

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