Will on the Hill

Phyllis — Mon, 05 May 2008 00:23:57 +0000

Memories soar to bygone times when we were in our teens.

The “Fifties” were so magical as I recall the scenes.

Walking home with my friends, it was always such a joy,

how my heart would skip a beat when with a certain boy.

The school was our safe harbor, no drugs nor guns were known.

Within its walls we were secure and never felt alone.

The other night I took a trip down my memory road and with my

Children at twilight, we approached “Ol’ Will”—and still it gave

a sweet and welcome glow.

Emotion began to creep into my very being and tears that instantly

filled my eyes, crystallized, as my old school was seeing.

It still was very beautiful, but time had taken its toll—and just

like all the rest of us, it too was getting old

Jamison checked the inside by peeking through the door.

I took a seat on the senior bench as I had years before.

Gentry took lots of pictures and Joey liked what he saw.

I felt just like a kid again as I sat on the bench in awe.

Once again I read the names engraved upon the stone

and I felt the presence of the Class of 1941.

From ’41 to ’05 Will Rogers has served us well, the

stories that echo through its halls are too numerous to tell.

Not every one succeeded and many we have lost, but in our

memories of a bygone time, ALL our paths have crossed.

Maybe not in person but many in our thoughts, and still

we’ll reminisce at times about what life has brought.

The good times and the bad times, our memories are ours to tell,

when once upon a bygone time our life commenced at a school

we called, our wonderful “Will on the Hill.”

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Here are the photos Gentry & Joey took the day referenced in the poem.

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