The Silent School House(During Summer Vacation)
As the May breeze sweeps the playground,
The shade trees tune, to song,
The winds that blow, now high, now low,
While the song birds help along.
A brown thrush has a secret
And I must not intrude
For I might spy, in a hedge nearby,
A nest with a downy brood.
What a quiet place the playground!
No shouts of laughter ring
No teacher's bell, no, rush pell-mell
To get inside and sing.
Just the birds that claim possession,
Are wondering why I'm here
As they shyly peep, but I'm not asleep
Nor would I interfere.
Oh school house! silent, lonely,
When children do not play!
Could you but hear the praise so dear,
Of those who've gone away!
Of happy days in childhood
By men and women grown
Not here today--far, far away
Yet claim you as their own!
(Spring Hill, Kansas: New Era Publishing Co. 1939)