happy st. patty's day from DC
feels a lot like st. patty's day in toronto... and st. catharines -- except that smoking is still allowed in bars here...
just when i thought i'd rid my body of the morning's bingo stench, a visit to the rooster pub has me smelling once again like mlle sabourin's car in grade 6. she would roll up her windows and smoke in the winter. she kept the windows up in the summer to keep the A/C on as she enjoyed her nicotine breakfasts... when smoking was allowed in the teachers' lounge, they made her and mr. stensrud have their cigarettes in the supplies room, so that arts & crafts period was always a stinky time for all... she was in her early 50s, still single... she was probably a gorgeous redhead in her youth... her fiancé went away for some war and he died there, she moved to ajax, kept teaching, stayed single... i wonder where she is now... i still remember her yellow silk blouse... grade 6 was the year i wrote my prize-winning poem, Dare to Dream -- i won a $25 gift certificate from markville mall, with which i purchased a set of banana clips and a rather disappointing issue of MAD. when i read the poem now i cringe because it rhymes...
just when i thought i'd rid my body of the morning's bingo stench, a visit to the rooster pub has me smelling once again like mlle sabourin's car in grade 6. she would roll up her windows and smoke in the winter. she kept the windows up in the summer to keep the A/C on as she enjoyed her nicotine breakfasts... when smoking was allowed in the teachers' lounge, they made her and mr. stensrud have their cigarettes in the supplies room, so that arts & crafts period was always a stinky time for all... she was in her early 50s, still single... she was probably a gorgeous redhead in her youth... her fiancé went away for some war and he died there, she moved to ajax, kept teaching, stayed single... i wonder where she is now... i still remember her yellow silk blouse... grade 6 was the year i wrote my prize-winning poem, Dare to Dream -- i won a $25 gift certificate from markville mall, with which i purchased a set of banana clips and a rather disappointing issue of MAD. when i read the poem now i cringe because it rhymes...
posted by Lottie at 12:13 AM
2 Comments:
nothin wrong with a rhyming poem -many 'real poets' still do it... u should recite it for us.
bear in mind, i was 11...
dare to dream the impossible
dare to dream with might
of all the things you can imagine
like phoenixes in flight
imaging all the magic
be full of fantasy
think of winged horses
and mermaids frolicking in the sea
young jousting knights
full of courage and pride
are determined to beat their opponents
and win the lovely bride
at the end of every rainbow
where everything glistens and gleams
you will find a lot of happiness
from the magic you dare to dream
haven't recited this since the day i stood before a mall full of shoppers during education week at markville mall... remind me to show you the newspaper clipping... i look like i'm 9, but dressed like i'm 40
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