School Ghost (a Rondel)

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Old Classroom by Vicki Heschke

Memories of school
its white chalk dust,
tho' concentrate I must
sitting upon my stool.

Yet daydreams emerge,
like butterflies on wing
floating, the wind does sing
fluttering, they surge.

Now, I raise my hand,
I hope to get picked
to erase all the script
before I get to band.

White lines are like stanzas,
to guide every letter,
scrawled and unfettered
beyond lines where they land.

The flip-top desk, is musty, dark
scratched with names,
where-from they came?
Their ghostly memory so stark.

A cave, a mess, is scattered within
mimeographs, the smell so blue,
pencil-points, ne'er quite true,
workbooks crumpled, awaiting the lesson.

Pointer stick hung beside the board,
could it be a magic wand?
Of school past, a recollection grand!
Distant memories, now have soared.


By Peter Hilger

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  1. VICKI HESCHKEMay 9, 2021 at 9:52 AM

    I Met You at The Noise - And The Noise Does Sing
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    I didn't know where upon
    The Irish island I'd find you
    But I was seeking for that special ground
    I knew I'd of-found it
    When there upon I'd stand

    I knew my heart would sing with joy
    Remembering you upon, Your Heritage Land

    And so indeed that day of tour
    I met you at 'The Noise'
    Clonmacnoise is where I found you
    At the foot of the cross, of that sacred spot
    Along old River Shannon

    I found you in the temple
    I found you amongst the graves
    I found you as my eyes did cast
    Upon a river's gaze

    I found you as I skipped, with childhood gay
    I found your spirit there, free at play

    My Mother Was Heard, The Noise Does Sing.

    So thought the story was writ'
    I'd come to Ireland in honor
    We'd had our connection
    At that old Temple Connor
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    So Dear Mother Do Know
    A priceless gift you gave
    When stead of me just visiting you
    You visited me, further down the stay

    Am sure you could hardly wait
    To show up in my world
    There it be at Muckross Farm
    A 2-room schoolhouse, full of charm

    There was a special air in place
    Familiar with comfort; like I'd been here before
    A heavenly ghost presence, it was inner-peace galore

    So as part of our tour
    A bit of folk song was planned
    To my ever-delight though
    When angel words started to chime
    It was you to visit me this time

    My Mother Was Heard, The Noise Does Sing.

    You stole my heart away and said
    "I'm smiling a smile for you"
    When Irish Eyes are Smiling
    I hold you through and through

    More than one tear cast upon my face
    When your presence filled this place
    For only God to plan
    Such a sincere embrace

    As I needed to leave you and depart
    I turn back for one last glimpse and see
    Deep within my heart
    You winked at me.

    Happy Mother's Birthday! 5.9.21

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