the corridors bloom when you're going away
from the schools that ruled you, night and day
and you step sprightly into the light
and cast no shadow and you take flight
away from the regimented free for awhile
breathing in flowers again a child
to read for pleasure and not to do sums
or make of learning a silly tin drum
to rat a tat tat far into the dawn
so for the moment to understand
the soul learns joy in what is at hand
chosen in freedom the beauty that's read
because you love it
and not from dread.
mary angela douglas 24 february 2023
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