Schools

Schools

The cobble stones lead to the schools
Where young men and women receive their tools,
By which they dismiss all the classic fools;

The bell rings to start the learning of the day
Young minds and hearts as malleable as clay,
The cycle of education continues to the showers of May;

Bricks and stones as old as the trees
Courtyards and squares covered by soft falling leaves,
Giant wooden doors only opened by large metal keys;

In the classroom the Professor outlines his case
He wears a beard and holds a leather briefcase,
His suit is old and not of a fashionable taste;

The library is covered with books from sky to the ground
Nooks and crannies the studious have always found,
Only the turning of pages makes a sound;

The students gather late at night for metaphysical debates
They question authority and the power of states,
With much discussion of what will be their fates;

Portraits of the past decorate the hall
Making new pupils feel so small,
Empires come and go, but may schools never fall;

Castles for hungry and eager minds
Preparing the movers and shakers of our times,
Rediscovering and interpreting ancient signs.