Old schoolhouse POETRY
From the view of the SchoolhouseI’m a stable rock,
I creak as the time goes by, been changed many times First I’m a schoolhouse, taught children to read and write, was made for learning Changed to apartments, people move to live with me, in my rooms and halls Now a museum, people come from all over, to learn history I’m like an old tree I will be here forever, constantly changing |
What it is nowMany people go to the old schoolhouse,
to make the past no longer a mystery, It was built in 1866, as beautiful as Buckingham, Tourists come to look as the exhibits, and learn all of Saugatuck’s story, Originally for the people’s education, years later, it serves the same purpose to different crowd, It holds many important relics, as precious as gems, It is a time machine to the past, Time after time guests always return, It has millions of records, Making it a sea of learning, It seems like the old Schoolhouse will sit in Douglas forever, howling in the wind, giving history to whoever enters, |
Back then...The old schoolhouse has sat in Douglas forever,
giving education to whomever It was built 1866, a long time ago, as the oldest multi-classroom school building in Michigan, it has a big ego. It creaks as the brisk breeze blows, although it’s old, it’s as beautiful as a rose Jonas S. Crouse built it back in the day, where kids came to learn and play The Spencer family gave a ton, when they donated the land for the school to run The Douglas School Union it used to be, It’s history is as vast as the sea The students are sponges, absorbing all the information, and found a new aspiration It guided their learning, so, for knowledge, the kids would always be yearning In 1957, it seemed everything was changed, when modern times made the school buildings be exchanged The children played in the schoolyard as the bee’s buzz, we should try to remember all that it was Its life was ever changing like a river, but it’s purpose was always a knowledge giver An anchor for our community has made it thus, and today the schoolhouse still looks over us |