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When I was a history teacher, I had a passion for the subject, Like the twilight descending silkily, as day and night connect. Each day was a new adventure, as we explored different ages, Broadening young minds. I looked forward to the eager faces! I had always yearned for teaching, so rewarding in myriad ways, Like the reward of a peach sunrise, shining through purple haze. I taught at a neighboring high school, and had for several years, As lemony sun comes out beaming, in the hour a storm clears! During the daily hours of teaching, the golden ages came alive, In the way sunsets come alive, so the starry nights can survive. I had a very pleasant social life, which included other teachers; And all in all, I loved my life, like nature loves colorful features! Even though a job is loved, every person still needs a vacation, Hence I began planning my own, in a sunnier part of the nation. To my destination I'd be driving, for the sightseeing and to relax, Then I'd enjoy a luxurious beach, and the sky's blues and blacks. When at last came the time for leaving, I loaded up the old car; And headed for open highways, as moon wanders where you are! I was full of zestful excitement, and in the sunshine of my youth; Exploring the lovely countryside, as sunrise rays probe for truth. The driving was so pleasant, that I revelled in every green mile; And big puffy clouds roamed above, like innocence without guile. At ruby eve I checked into a hotel, as I was driving coast to coast, Before lilac shadows claimed me, and I laid in dreams engrossed. Early the next morning I awakened, to fushcia sunrise serenade; And resumed my scenic drive, towards the happy plans I'd made. But when I was on a backroad, I came to a sign saying, "Detour," So I took another route, lesser traveled, still confident and sure. I had not driven for long, before everything began to appear odd, There were fewer people and structures, however I was yet awed. For I soon saw a great palace, and a royal procession descending, From the queen's crown with the cobra, I knew who it was coming. Queen Cleopatra advanced near, then she looked right through me, For I was at a distant point time, in a place that she could not see. I was still standing beside my car, as the procession passed me by; And entered a sumptuous garden, where vivid birds sang on high. It was a lushly, beautiful scene, under ancient, skies sapphire blue. Soon I resumed my driving, as I wondered what else would ensue. However, gradually as I drove on, the scenery returned to normal; And I presumed time had once more, closed the mysterious portal. I had a wonderful vacation, and a happy time on the sandy beach, As we enjoy such rich sunset colors, while sun's just out of reach. And my brief glimpse at a storied past, would follow me for always, Like a lush purple blossom, retains the fragrance, of its early days!
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