Once I thought I?d never grow tall as this fence. Time dragged heavy and slow. But April came and August went before I knew just what they meant, and little by little I grew. And as I grew I came to know how fast the time could go. Once I thought I?d never go outside this fence. This space was plenty for me. But I walked down the road one day and just happened I can?t say, but little by little it came to be, that line between the earth and sky came beckoning to me. Now the time has grown short; the world has grown so wide. I?ll be graduated soon. Why am I strange inside? What makes me think I?d like to try to go down all those roads beyond that line above the earth and ?neath the sky? Tomorrow when I sit upon the graduation platform stand, I know my hand will shake when I reach out to take that paper with the ribboned band. Now that all the learning?s done, o who knows what will now begin? O it?s so strange?. I?m strange inside. The time has grown so short, the world so wide.