|"Wood School", Foster, RI|
I don’t know why it stands steadfastly there;
That old school privy leaning toward the ground.
So many decades lived without despair.
It saw the one room school commence to flare
‘Til sparking ashes made the only sound.
Curious how it stands steadfastly there.
Foundation stones do silently declare
A hopefullness that interest might rebound
In simple lives - well-lived - without despair.
For sixty years no effort to repair
The outhouse, wrapped in vines so tightly wound,
Yet faithfully it stands steadfastly there.
A few old scholars, weathered gray, still care
For golden rules, hope values will be found,
So they again may live without despair.
Passing years blare talk of yet more warfare!
To privy ears the fear cannot be drowned -
Why is it that I wait steadfastly here -
Few decades left to live without despair.