Return to BalladsStar Junkie I waited in the quiet till Mama turned off her light. Then, snatching up my bundle, I took my midnight flight. That moonless August hour the books were left behind; their pages had been burned into my young and hungry mind. I lay down flat and eager and let imagination fly, into the wondrous glory of my backyard summer sky. Determined all this beauty would never pass me by; I held my breath in wonder, as I felt my spirit sigh. New worlds to discover; anything could be mine. I knew it in that moment, when I was only nine.
Shirley Alexander © 2006 ~~~~~o~~~~~
