Spring Fever
A loud lecture-voice lingers
In this hallow hall, filled with knowledge,
But the sunlight beyond the glass
Calls to me, beckons me.
Though I can only see lonely branches,
I know that somewhere beneath them
Is a glistening, grassy, green lawn,
Shaded from the wind of the world.
And books call to me- Shakespeare and Kipling,
And Poe, and Dickens, Austen, Milton and Vergil;
And the cool calmness of Spring serenity
Offers me the care and the rest I cannot accept.
The walls and white-board reflect unnatural light
Giving me a headache I mush fight
And I close my eyes, for one quick moment,
And opening them, I hear the voice once more
IDOMAD, 2009
A loud lecture-voice lingers
In this hallow hall, filled with knowledge,
But the sunlight beyond the glass
Calls to me, beckons me.
Though I can only see lonely branches,
I know that somewhere beneath them
Is a glistening, grassy, green lawn,
Shaded from the wind of the world.
And books call to me- Shakespeare and Kipling,
And Poe, and Dickens, Austen, Milton and Vergil;
And the cool calmness of Spring serenity
Offers me the care and the rest I cannot accept.
The walls and white-board reflect unnatural light
Giving me a headache I mush fight
And I close my eyes, for one quick moment,
And opening them, I hear the voice once more
IDOMAD, 2009
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