My Dream

When I was a small child, A long, long time ago, I dreamed I'd be a teacher, When I grew up, you know. I so admired those women Who taught in country schools. They must be versed in every subject, With big books their only tools. My school was blessed with two rooms, Four grades were taught in each. My teacher was Miss Holler And she really was a peach. Mr. Eable taught the other four Grades number five to eight. He was a dandy fellow Whom the big boys loved to bait. He only lasted one year, Then Miss Holler's sister came. It didn't take her long until Those wild kids were quite tame. I listened to all of the lessons My beloved teachers taught. And learned the others with my own. That school was a learning pot. I loved to read most any book. The library was my Heaven. I kept getting promoted too fast, Starting high-school at eleven. Too young to go away to school When my high-school days were done, I signed up for post graduate course, Bookkeeping was the one. I got a job as a bookkeeper And I kept it for thirty years. While raising a family of three And teaching my own little dears. Written for contest "Childhood Dreams August 22, 2015