Vacation Time

I wonder how the school house feels

Now everyone is gone 

Whether it likes to be left alone

From dawn to rosy dawn.

I think....perhaps.....it does, for now

The wind is cool and sweet ,

The grasses green and clover starred

Untrodden by careless feet.

The noise and clamors are far away 

There is a silence in the hall

Only the whisper of sunlit leaves

As they rustle against the wall.