Freed from clocks and stuffy rooms
from blunting studies and exams
thoughts escape day's lockered halls

those droning tomes and endless rows
of numbing lights and Exit signs
to rush through metal entrances

and breathe that carefree air again
and throw their book bags to the ground
to run through uncut grass so fast

like students on their very last
long afternoon of school in June
enlightened less by what was read

than dreamy summers up ahead.