Be
Book
Michelle
Bailey
Grade 10
Roseau
Sunday afternoon
No chores, yet bored
Computer's down
Parents sleeping, warm
sun inviting
Grab a book off the
shelf
Head outside, to hide
Find my secret hiding
place
Delve inside, become
alive
Psychotic killers on
the loose
Pirates invading,
captivating
My mind and
imagination
Lost in time, no
longer mine
The backyard trees
become my theatre
Acting out scenes,
becoming my dreams
Then plopping back
down to read again
Feed my eyes, feed my
mind
Love stories, action,
fiction and non
Start to combine,
becoming mine
Better than any movie
screen
Writing my own,
leaving home
Without taking a
single step,
I've traveled the
world, and
All of time
In one leap.