Tuesday, October 3, 2017

The Years of My Life, 1955

A Journey from 1944 to … Now

1955

In ’55 and ’56
I had my sixth-grade class.*
I didn’t know when it began
That much would come to pass.

But one day Dad informed us: We
Were moving out of state.
He’d taken a position, and
He thought it would be great.

We’re leaving Oklahoma! Oh,
So pure and dear the grief.
My neighborhood, my friends, my school—
I saw no sure relief.

Ohio?!? Isn’t that back East?
And “Buckeye”—what is that?
I wasn’t very happy—oh,
My dad was such a rat!

But leave we did, one August day.
My grandma waved good-bye.
And Grandpa stood beside her—oh,
I then began to cry.

And so it was we left the West—
Where I’d spent all my days.
And journeyed off to the Unknown—
My dreams now all ablaze.

*Mrs. Huddle was my teacher.

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