~~~~~~poems~~~~~~
REVERIE
Fall again! Schooltime’s here ---
Impregnable study!
French books, history, geography,
English…by my side.
Yet none of these seem to interest me…
I catch my dream train, roll and glide…
A dazzling fairy, invisible to my schoolmates,
Steals thru the door and catches me by the hand.
She waves a magic wand and bids me come with her
To catch the wondrous visions of my future land.
I go with her where everything is gay and green,
The land, gold and sparkling like copper in the sun.
As we pass a baby river, my fairy whispers,
“Your life’s like that…it has only just begun”
The teacher’s voice, “je parle,” rouses
me not from my reverie.
I’m immune to the schoolroom and its
Surroundings…
In my office marked “Ethel E. Medlin, M.D.”, I sit
With the noise of the outside city resounding…
Again I am a writer, known throughout the land,
With thousands of congratulations upon
My Queen Anne’s desk…
“Ethel! Etudiez-vous francais?” and
my reverie passes,
for after all I’m just a schoolchild like the rest!
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