It was my understanding that is not failed
took to my knowing from early age schoolhouse did
And the books piled and the room
insisted more
The teacher beckons
With order saying and call of schoolbell and look
And the smell of school books on the hard wood desk
Myself to get took
That second
to the still teaching room and set down.
My first day began with the room-
kids and the older kids of the advanced years calling my name
Around the pole and the waving flag
And I rose
In doing homage
And talked toward it a crowd of all my peers.
