I'm an eyesore in the country Here I stand, abject, forlorn. I held high my head in glory Now my glory had been shorn. Once I was much used by children, Now I hang my head in shame For I'm only used for storage, They don't even say my name. Where are now the happy children Who tramped up and down these halls? Most of the community centered Here within these four square walls. Starting in as wee beginners, Passing upward through the grades -- Freshman, sophomore, junior, senior, On they went through all 12 grades. Here folks came from 'round the country, Last day dinners, school class plays, Box suppers and other socials. All enjoyed those happy ways. Now the farms are all deserted. Houses gone and barns torn down. People from those homes have scattered Many, many live in town. And they left me here deserted, Useless now my rooms and walls, For no more will ever echo Children's footsteps through these halls. Here I'm left alone and lonesome, Sheep go in a out my doors, Hay within my rooms is tumbled, Broken glass falls on the floors. Soon there'll be no sign remaining. Of the school that once was here. Do you think some will remember This old school they thought so dear? by Mrs. Grace Russell Grace began her school years at Union Center.