Dreams And Imagination Poem by Louie Levy

My raised hand at a science class
resulted in a roar of laughter and ridicule
The ancient time during my elementary
public school days in Brooklyn, New York
The year, about 1936

Boring days, teachers mostly also weathered and
uninteresting, that is, for 10 year kids that had
other exciting dreams to imagine and excite.
English, spelling, poetry, a mysterious language of
confusion and senseless mind torture

All but science and biology for me were subjects that
I tolerated all boredom of the then,6 hour day

Teacher, teacher, my hand raised and waving
above all others when the Q+As were invited to be addressed

'Mr Teacher...
Do you think we will ever get to the Moon'?
Not a sound was heard, it seemed that I was not alone with my curiosity
A smirk of preparedness to answer was clearly exhibited
He was young, as compared to those of elderly, boring educators

Students, Louis, here's what confronts us here on Earth
He proceeds to calculate the enormous distance and the
gravity to challenge through our life bearing atmosphere.
My still standing, knowing the problems all too well,
having paid attention to all the text I had read,
yet was somewhat skeptic of.

He concluded, 'Now we see students, of its impossibility.
'You can now sit down Louis,
And oh yes, You see much to many
Buck Rogers movie serials'

The silence of the classroom was disrupted by a roar of
ridiculing laughter. The teacher smirk now appearing to me
to be one of a pompous educated robot.

'But, but, but, my hand waving all the more franticly'

'Yes, what is it in now master Levy? '

Trying not to stutter with embarrassment
with dreams and imagination of what I felt myself
to be so uniquely, I resounded quite confidently

'But Teacher!
All we really need is better fuel, a rocket ship and oh yeah
Brave Buck and his space suit....'
The laughter was not quite so hilarious among my class room camaraderie

That evening, from a large open back yard lot,
once again I gazed curiously at the moons face
Uttered under my breath, you may be seeing me someday
if not, surely, Buck will beat me to you, and maybe Mars will also
have good aliens like us to meet

My words and thoughts today have that of another dreams
Those of Love and Peace on Earth
Conquering space seems so very easy now.
Much more importantly urgent, are the problems of,
'Home Sweet Home'

Our weapon loaded launch pads have become one and
the same for space exploration. While Earth life starve,
and its surface desecrated. Just how much progress over
freedom have we accomplished while war creates an evil,
bottomless well of death and distruction. Deriving food for
the millions of hungry children and people.
We justify war's enourmous expense and space
satellite launching pads.

Yes teacher,
I still dream, still won't really enjoy Star Wars.
It seems that 'The Power' will never be with us if we
'Are never together with our own, loving Omni-Presence'

Not a laughing audience, I expect when I've been invited to
Q+A to my dreams for solutions given my very own classroom of
university students of the Twenty-First Century.

Ahoy Buck Rogers!
May all youthful spirits meet again some day,
likewise, they will be heard and shared by your
fiction creative author for, Dreams and Imagination

Louie Levy
08.05.2005

'Imagination is more
important than Knowlege'
Albert Einstein