Incongruous
When I was
in elementary school,
adults would
ask me if I liked it.
I said that I
liked school but,
I liked summer
vacation better.
The truth is,
I’d sit at my desk
gazing out
the window
imagining the
fun things
I’d rather
be doing.
It didn’t
seem right to be indoors
when I could
be exploring, building,
biking,
pretending, playing amongst
fall colors,
fun snow or spring puddles.
To me it
seemed incongruous
that in
order to be educated
you had to do something stupid
like sit indoors
on a nice day.
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