As I lay in the grass,
Staring out at the sea,
I remember the project my teacher gave me.
“Type down a poem,” my teacher said,
“12th size font,” her voice stuck in my head.
So five minutes have passed
And I do the thing I want to do last.
I take out a paper, a pencil and I grin,
For an idea in my head has just popped in.
A poem about a poem I thought in my head.
It seemed like a good idea, until I proof read.
A Poem about a Poem
By Samuel Phuong (Grade 6, Elia M.S.)
From the anthology Urban Voices 2010 (p. 61)