Saturday Poem / When you were nine

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Little gem, I envy them,
Whose years are only nine
Whose daily task, to laugh and sing
And gaily ask, "did the last school bell ring?"

Somewhere out there, far flung and free
A ringing note is haunting me
You little dream that you will pine
For the school bell's song, when you were nine

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David Lindberg lived his entire life in West Homestead, working on the railroad and as a policeman. He died in 1981 at the age of 92. Mr. Lindberg often wrote poems, as well, and this one was submitted by his daughter Carolyn Lindberg, who lives in Mt. Lebanon. The bell he refers to rang at the Walnut Street School in West Homestead in the 1940s.


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