I had a dream of school supplies,
where paperclips could talk;
where poster paper hung around
with marking pens and chalk.
The stationery idled
while the pencils madly raced.
The clocks went 'round in circles,
and the glue sticks merely paced.
The binders were inseparable.
They bonded with the tape.
The workbooks exercised
and helped the stencils stay in shape.
Some calculators added
to the numbers in this land,
and music was provided by
a singing rubber band.
My dream was strange and truly cool,
but this was even cooler:
The dictionaries all looked up to me.
I was the ruler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done. Keep writing it is very lyrical, as you build your diction you will improve your tone although I still like it as it is for now. Congrats