My fifth-grade classroom on the second floor, last classroom on the right.
In the background is the Lawson Tower which I’ve also written about before.
Few memories so genuine
Can stand the test of time
Like where and when
Love first drew the line
There she sat September 6, 1967
In my fifth-grade classroom
The first day of school
When my virgin heart first bloomed
Her eyes had me hypnotized
Her smile as Cupid’s arrow
To the core of my heart
Both part of me like bone marrow
Six years in that elementary school
But none so fine as the last two
Fifth and sixth grades
I must admit my attention due
Never before had I
Known of this love
Suddenly I’m mesmerized
Gifted from Heaven above
Since the age of ten
She owned my stare
Not to be rude but…
She’s so pretty beyond compare
Now the building for elderly housing
But oh, the memory of that classroom
And the girl who stole my heart
Stronger than the pull of the moon
I’m not allowed to go inside
But then, I don’t need to
So clear are the memories
Everyday bathed in love’s hue
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