School is where they grind the grain of thought

by chuckofish

Yes, it’s back-to-school time on the prairie! Can you believe it? Well, time like an ever-rolling stream and all that.

The twins don’t go back until the week after next. They will be in fourth grade! They have a few more days to wreck havoc before they have to buckle down.

I was always ready to go back to school (after Labor Day) after a long, hot, boring summer. I actually liked school.

c.1962

…I know, nerd alert.

Well, here is a poem I like by Howard Nemerov, my old neighbor, about the first day of school.