The Last Ones To Know In Miss Langford's fifth grade class at the old Benton School we could not have known as we stood hands to heart side by side voices lifted to brisk November air; we did not know as we pulled hands from heart and clasped them over breast small voices lifted in prayer eyes shut tightly against the approaching decades of our reform; we could not have known we would be the last generation to stand united in a small school yard heads bowed with innocence under red stripes, white stars and God's blue heaven.Return to Backward Glances
Shirley Alexander
© 2008 ~~~~~~~~~~O~~~~~~~~~~ Fourth Grade Drill Russia was going to attack and we were told to hide under our little desks, seeking protection from atomic fallout. In the basement below the janitor sat smoking a cigar, knowing he was safe from bombs and children.
Shirley Alexander
© 2007
