By Sadie Mae
Written on 2-3-11
When on rare chance
I manage a moment to spare,
I don’t jump on stage and prance
Or go downtown to stare
Should I let my mind soar?
Back to a famous war
Or should I go to the heavens and fly?
If you thought that then you must not know I!
For the place that I shall be
Is catching clams beside the sea
Then the second I am needed
I come right back to home
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of the next occasion I’m alone
I wrote this poem for my writing class last year. It was one of the first times I realized how much I liked poetry.