LESSON

Lost in little fantasies

 I walk.

Through a meadow of green 

 by the little red folk.

Hello?

She says,

 the red go different ways.

Are you lost child?

Concentrate on the lesson, she speaks, in a tone not quite mild.

I wind back within the classroom walls

 the red, they warn, here come the trolls.

Pretend i must, lesson learnt or not

 refuse i may not,once i fought.

My father,he was called,

 he was always enthralled

Of the little humble drawings I made

 in the classroom walls,my sketches,they fade

For I cannot draw

 lesson I must learn

Listen I must

 Lesson learnt or not.