Charlotte Ballard

Dreaming - Poem by Charlotte Ballard

I sit in a classroom
So quiet and bare
Just for a moment
I sit there and stare.
I sit for a minute
Long after classes end
Dreaming of a time where
for myself I fend.
Maybe an astronaut
To swing upon a star.
A dancer, an actor
that to see, people come far.
A doctor so wise
That nobody dies
a trucker, a farmer
Or anybody that tries.
It really doesn't matter
What I finally chose.
I'm only in the first grade
and stand just three foot-two.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 8, 2011

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