Senior Year of '33
What shall I do since time has come,
When all my school days at Providence are done.
When I sit from day to day, wondering
What shall come my way.
When my thoughts shall linger back
Upon my English teacher Miss Mc__
When I think of the education I need
I always wonder about Mr. Reed.
When I sew or bake a cake,
I think of Miss Nueghs corecting my mistakes.
When I think of that hump he carried,
As on his way he went.
Then When I feel so blue,
Is when I think of my classmates I love so true
Then the tears begin to fall,
My last school days they were the happiest of all.
Geneva E. Ryals
©1933
|