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SCHOOLBOOKS By Ivory Kelly My parents read of daffodils And lifting fog In distant places, Their schoolbooks full of yellow girls And autumn leaves And paler faces Their own never found In those borrowed pages. Now my children read of mango trees And calypso bands And sunny faces. Their schoolbooks tell of Mayan genius And African Kings - Such glorious races. But mute do their textbooks stay On Phillip Goldson, hero of the Bay.