Ode to Wordsworth

From inside school walls caged, a barrier

To separate imagination ‘way

From empty colorless surroundings minds.

My garden often sprouts red flowers, but

should interrupt me outside powers, then

They may as well go pull a bulldozer

Demolish to my land and leave me bare.

Go, ground me into dirt and watch me rise.

My inspiration skies, my influence

Trees. Long as blues stay blue and greens stay green,

I cannot waver. Let the clouds and seas

Embrace me. Float my mind wherever

A gust of wind to plant red flowers down.