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Jul 23
It sits alone in the forest,
an old stone hearth and chimney –
no sound but the wind in the trees,
an occasional birdcall
and perhaps the drone
of a tractor
on a nearby farm.

And yet a memory
of such joy and liveliness –
young voices at play
or raised in song –
chanting “tables”,
sometimes squabbling,
always learning,
preparing for life
in a world yet unknown.
The old Wirrabara Forest school in the Southern Flinders Ranges of South Australia is commemorated by its restored fireplace and chimney. It was one of many "one teacher schools" that dotted the "bush".
John Wiley
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John Wiley  81/M/Australia
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