Colour of my Dreams …

COLOUR OF MY DREAMS

i’m a really rotten reader
the worst in all the class,
the sort of rotten reader
that makes you want to laugh.

I’m last in all the readin’ tests,
my score’s not on the page
and when i read to teacher
she gets in such a rage.

She says i cannot form my words
she says i can’t build up
and that I don’t know phonics
– and don’t know a c-a-t from a k-u-p.

They say that i’m dyxlectic
(that’s a word they’ve just found out)
…but when i get some plasticine
I know what that’s about.

I make these scary monsters
I draw these secret lands
and get my hair all sticky
and paint on all me hands.

I make these super models,
I build these smashing towers
that reach up to the ceiling
-and take me hours and hours.

I paint these lovely pictures
in thick green drippy paint
that gets all on the carpet –
and makes the cleaners faint.

I build great magic forests
weave bushes out of string
and paint pink panderellos
and birds that really sing.

I play in my world of real believe
I play it every day
and teachers stand and watch me
but don’t know what to say

They give me diagnostic tests,
then try out reading schemes,
but none of them will ever know
the colour of my dreams.

PETER DIXON