Another old schoolhouse, abandoned,
like dozens of others still standing
at the edge of nondescript prairie towns.
Its panes shattered through the years
by boys with slingshots and bee–bees;
its subjects lost in a sea of wild grass;
its imparted wisdom, like its students,
scattered to the four winds.
A person still finds a few spindly shrubs
clustered close to its sheltering side
like those shy first-graders of yesteryear.
My response to the Word of the Day challenge: NONDESCRIPT
