Thermometer Trick

17 Jan

Thermometer Trick
by L. Stewart Marsden

It isn’t that I don’t like school —
I do.
I really do.

The jam-packed halls
with all the other kids who move and bump along
like nothing’s wrong —
cows and steers
who veer this way and that —
wandering,
not wondering what the day will bring.

I do
I really do like school
with all its sitting and all its rules
and all its tall, tall teachers looking down
with scowls and frowns
and tapping toes
and wagging fingers
to
and
fro.

It isn’t that I don’t like school —
I do.
I really do.
Especially the open yard
where we run and jump and play so free
and hard
like prancing colts or newborn calfs
and sing and twirl and spin and laugh
until our sides hurt so.

So, see?
I do like school.
I really do.

But on this dreary, cloudy day
I’m not so prone to drag myself
out of my comfy, lumpfy bed.

And so
when Mom goes out the door
I touch the mercury to the bulb
that glows so warmly near my head.

“One-hundred-one? No school today.”

Burrowing in my pillowed bed
I smile and wile the day instead of
in the hallways or my classes
or the school yard where time passes
so incredibly slow-
-ly.

It isn’t that I don’t like school —
I do.
I really do.

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