The Audition Poem for the Drama Club

You can’t be that
By: Brian Patten

I told them:
When I grow up
I’m not going to b a scientist
Or someone who reads the news on TV.
No, a million birds will fly through me.
I’m going to be a tree!

They said, you can’t be that. No, you can’t be that.

I told them:
When I grow up
I’m not going to be an airline pilot,
A dancer, a lawyer, or an MC.
No, huge whales will swim in me.
I’M GOING TO BE AN OCEAN!

They said, you can’t be that. No, you can’t be that.

I told them:
I’m not going to be a DJ,
A computer programmer, a musician, or a beautician.
No, streams will flow through me, I’ll be the home of eagles,
I’ll be full of nooks, crannies, valleys and fountains,
I’M OING TO BE A RANGE OF MOUNTAINS!

They said, you can’t be that. No, you can’t be that.

I asked them:
Just what do you think I am?
Just a child, they said,
And children always become
At least one of the things
We want them to be.

They do not understand me.
I’ll be a stable if I want, smelling of fresh hay,
I’ll be a lost glade in which unicorns still play.
They do not realize I can fulfill any ambition.
They do not realize among them
Walks a magician.