In Bettendorf, where whispers of history unfold, Stands a schoolhouse, a story to be told. Forest Grove, with walls of ancient hue, Built in the 1870s, where dreams first flew.
One room, a sanctuary of learning and light, Children gathered from dawn till twilight. Slate boards and wooden desks, memories etched deep, Where knowledge was sown, promises to keep.
Windows framed vistas of fields and sky, Witness to seasons as years drifted by. Laughter and lessons mingled with grace, A timeless rhythm in this cherished place.
Teachers’ voices, guiding gentle and wise, Kindling sparks in eager young eyes. Reading, writing, and arithmetic’s song, In Forest Grove, they all belonged.
Echoes of the past, in every beam and stone, A testament to the seeds once sown. Legacy of learning, a beacon so bright, Forest Grove School, a beacon of light.
Through decades, its spirit remains, A symbol of growth, where knowledge reigns. In Bettendorf's heart, forever it will stay, Forest Grove School, in memories’ array.
