Doers And Dreamers Poem by Bryan Sefton

Doers And Dreamers



You couldn't pour learning into his ear
It wasn't that easy
You could force his face to the page
But he still couldn't see
What shone like the great ball of fire at mid-day
And was glaring to the likes of you and me
While the words skipped and danced
Across the blank sheet of my mind
I'd look into his eye and envy the picture I'd find
He was not with us for most of the day
In the end the teacher gave up and let him play
While I learned he dreamed and I had no doubt
That he was walking along shores
The other side of oceans
That I had yet to read about

Friday, June 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: dream time
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Bryan Sefton

Farnsworth near Bolton, England, UK
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