"Smiles and Sighs"

Written by James H. Callaway

MHS Class of 1913

As we turn through the pages of fancy

And years glide away in a row

We come once again to our boy-hood

In the town where we lived long ago

We walk once again up the side walk

And see the Old Mill as of yore.

We visit the store and the restaurant

Where we loafed as we listened to lore,

Of the good times and bad times and panics

That our elders had had in their youth

'Til we felt quite ashamed of our troubles

And never once doubted their truth.

They are gone, but their voices still linger

Their presence seems still very near

So we pause as we listen intently

For a loved one we never shall hear.

The Church is still there, but the preacher

Is not the same one that we knew

But he reads the same words from The Bible

And tells an Old Story that's true

The High School, enlarged since we left it

Holds a welcome for traveler returned.

As we humbly bow at its portal

And give thanks for the lessons we learned.

There we studies and played with out schoolmates;

And though our old teachers are gone

A part of their life is yet with us

It urges us move on and on.

Oh Medora!  You do not boast greatness!

Yet your boys and your girls as they roam

O'er the earth, love to hold to the memory

That Medora will always be home.

So we pause once again in the evening,

As time, from our life, takes its toll.

To cherish those past and fond memories

From the inner-most depth of our soul.