Poetry's Student

I sit and wait and idle by 

When I hear a soft lullaby. 

It was soft and sweet 

and much complete,

with no better words being said.

I would close my eyes and lay my head,

in a field of imagination 

in the works of a great creation.

I open my eyes and begin to toil

with inspiration coming out of the soil.

I began to think of what I've learned 

and what I would give back in return.

I would make great works of my thoughts

using the strategies of what has been taught 

upon to me 

for all those to see.

To voice what needs to be heard 

the words of freedom that have been blurred.

I have been taught that this is a way 

for me to voice what I need to say

to different types of people

from the poor peasant to the mighty regal.