Second Grade

Second Grade

by Bud Lemire on April 6, 2005

Thinking back to memories of my past

I remember my teacher, she was was Mrs.Cass

It was second grade at the Washington school

I only lived a block away, so that was cool

It was 1967, and I do recall

The old school, made a mighty fall

It was winter time, and we always went

Sliding down, the old school's dent

It was a gap, where the old school had been

And sliding down there, always found me a friend

It was halfway through the school year

Our classroom moved to the new one, that was near

I recall it now, a new desk, a new place

The old school was gone, without even a trace

The new building had less stairs, than the old one did

These times are remembered, though I was only a kid

Mrs. Woodard taught first, and second was Mrs.Cass

Third was Mrs. Sprague, fourth was Mrs. Tippet's class

Fifth was Mr  Leduc, and sixth Ms. Severe

Some memories are fresh, while some are unclear

What a really nice teacher, was this Mrs. Cass

A friendly smiling soul, who's a part of my past

As I look back on the years, since my second grade

I cherish the old and the new, on the journey I've made