Here’s a little poem from year 10. (with a story)
We were given one period to write a page of poetry or a short story. The only requirement was that we fill a page. I sat there until the class was nearly finished struggling for a topic. Finally my dilema became my topic. On my page I wrote:
A thought came in then slowly faded
Another hit but drifted away
Thought after thought through my mind paraded
I wish just once that one would stay
We all turned our pages in at the end of class and received them, with a grade, the next day at the beginning of class. My nearly empty page was garnished with a 10/10 in red pen across the top corner. She understood. And, I like to think, she smiled.