The Class of '44
For twelve long years we've gone to school, but now, at last, we're through.
For twelve long years we've studied hard; now that is finished, too.
We've climbed the ladder rung by rung. And now we've reached the top.
And though we've wanted to get through, it's rather sad to stop.
We've learned to love old E.S.H., our alma mater dear,
And as we seniors leave our school, we wipe away a tear.
Each one will go a different way; our paths will separate.
No longer will we talk in class, throw chalk, write notes, debate;
No longer will we roam the halls, or stay in for being late.
One phase of life we've ended; a new one soon we'll begin.
One door shall close behind us; another we'll enter in.
So long dearest E.S.H.; farewell for evermore.
We must be on our merry way, for life has much in store.
Thanks to you for everything.
From the class of '44.
by Marie Washington Powell
Class of 1944
Eureka Springs High School
Eureka Springs, Arkansas
