One Memory, One Child


“The more we get together
The happier we’ll be.”
This poem rang through forever
Since i was in elementary.
The smile switch comes on on my face
Every time i remember
The friendship of our boots and the ground
When the morning bell was about to sound.
The noise of loose and tight shoes
The chatters at the dinning queues
Plates losing their owners
Spoons seeking safety in pocket corners
And then to the assembly ground we swing
“The more we get together…” we will sing
And “Ten green bottles standing on the wall”
With “Two black birds sitting on the wall.”
Shoulders sharp! Neck straight! Eyes fixed!
These were golden assembly rules.
The rest was done by marching feet
My wish is to one day solemnly repeat


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