Straining up the rise with heavy books <br />I grumble. But at the top gold sifting <br />Through the fleeting fog shifts the shadows <br />On distant hills, and I almost follow the road <br />That is lost in a green haze on the horizon. <br />But by the time I reach the turn to school <br />Those beckoning beyonds are gone from sight, <br />And I am able to quiet this vagabond heart, <br />Taking with me the glimpse of morning on the hills.<br /><br />Lillian Susan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-student-s-temptation/
