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English Class


In English Class

Ms. Basham's room

Essays were written, literature was introduced.

 

Who would've thought

Music was poetry?

I'll tell you whom

A full class load of freshmen.

 

But in English class

Not only was poetry read and studied

But also created.

 

From Haikus to Songs to Sonnets

You name it.

I wrote it

Every morning as my warm-up excersice.

 

 

In class we learned about many poets,

But no one stood out better than the others.

 

Freshman year, my poet heart

Belonged to Shakespeare.

 

Before starting high school

I never thought

I'd have a passion for poetry,

Let alone understand love and understand Shakespeare.

 

But in English Class

Ms. Basham's room

Poems were written,

A passion for them was created.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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