Where Do I Work?

I was raised on a farm,

Woke up at dawn.

There was no alarm,

Those days are long gone.

I then moved to town,

Afraid of the traffic.

People all around,

Theaters were fantastic.

I worked for a designer

Who created great clothes.

None were there finer,

Though I couldn't afford those.

So I sewed my own,

Like my mother taught me,

A blue satin gown,

Pretty as could be.

I placed it on the rack

There was nowhere to go

Someone brought it back

The label didn't show.

I travelled on trains,

On buses, too,

Through snow and rain,

Deciding what to do.

Attended school here

Worked sometimes frantic,

Often studied there

Music was fantastic.

I think it is great

To work where I like

And sometimes create

Or ride on my bike.

Where do I work?

What do you see?

Every day is new,

I like to just be.