Welland South Public School: A Memory
By David Smith March 8, 2015
It was a school,
The pillars of knowledge still stand
All the rubble, precious memories, are at hand
A land mark vanishes, to make way for the new
The influence of childhood;
Vivid memories are true.
Concrete and steel, bulldozed away;
All those bricks, have something to say;
Mature adults, once kids in their seats;
Now they are elderly, as the building crushes in defeat;
Could not keep its doors open;
For a new generation to learn;
Memories of childhood, the present a concern;
Where the school is bulldozed, emotions are sad;
Like something taken;
Security, of Mom and Dad
It was a school, the picture says it best
Our past, our youth
To hold those memories fast.
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