Written 4/21/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

Walk through dew-soaked grassy fields
While tires on roadways past me peal
I subsist by inward spark of zeal
Good morning

Key-clanks sound through empty halls
Push back the doors and meet white walls
Tedium’s weight upon me falls
Good morning

Sink into chair and survey the room
While sleepy fog lifts up its gloom
Pray for silence, for mental bloom
Good morning

Looking back in memory’s gaze
I journey pass those student ways
But I know for best, gone are those days
Good morning

Written sometime in 2004
© 2004 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.