Finding Inspiration To Write a Poem

Finding Inspiration To Write a Poem

a True Event

By Maddie Armstrong

As I sit at a table, stapling packets for a teacher

I stare at the wall, as if waiting for ideas to appear

All day and all night, the phone (the phone on the wall)

Sits waiting for someone to make or answer a call

This phone is tan, but I’ve seen others that are blue or green

What was I doing? Oh yeah, stapling packets, it’s pretty peachy-keen

Am I from the 50s, you ask? No, I just like saying things like that

I stare down at the table, which is large, tan and very flat

The classroom I’m in is very quiet, I’m all alone

Where are the children? Oh, they’re outside playing, I’m inside, staring at the phone

The electric stapler I’m using is loud with every packet I staple

How many trees can I think of? Let’s see, there’s oak, yew and maple

Yes, my mind wanders about when I’m doing a task like this

To me, it’s fun, but to others, it can be tedious

My mind is a very confusing place, you wouldn’t want to visit

There! The packets are done, I wonder where I can get a biscuit?

I told you my mind wanders about, from one topic to another

From colors and shapes to pancakes with butter

I guess I’d better end this here

If I don’t, who knows where my mind will-Oh, look, is that a deer?

The end

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