To the Editor:
It was hot that day as I recall.
The guys were gathering to play some ball.
I was proud to be a part of it all.
It was really our thing.
Passion for the game is all you had to bring.
Watching great moves on the court all the time,
Refunding soda bottles for a nickle or a dime,
This was a part of it all and it wasn’t a crime.
There were lessons to be learned on the court that day.
Older guys helped you in a mentoring way.
Scoring points and looking your best
Wanting to be better than the rest.
Guys wore Converse and Pro-Keds,
Maybe a headband on their heads.
Landreth schoolyard was for me.
It gave me character and a sense of purpose you see.
The kind of education to make me stay,
Good players schooled me I must say.
Some guys took their talent to another state
While others didn’t make it and sealed their own fate.
With its rusty gates and worn-out nets,
A chance to play at Landreth schoolyard is what you get.
Landreth School was there for a reason,
Developing good players from season to season.
To some, Landreth schoolyard is a thing of the past,
But to me the memories will always last.
Goodbye, Landreth School, with its rusty gates
You will always be the best schoolyard in the state.
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