National Poetry Day

National Poetry Day

I went to school as usual
Moved swiftly through the hall,
T’was then I came to notice
I was seven feet tall!

As I looked around me
It soon became quite clear
That something very, very strange
Had happened here, right here.

“Good morning Mrs Easthope ”
Came a greeting but from where?
Did it come from over here, or maybe over there?

Then much to my amazement
My attention was then drawn
To a group of five small children
Creeping slowly up the wall!!

I  moved ahead quite cautiously
To take a closer look
When standing there, right next to me
Was a very huge red book!

Laughter rang around the hall,
The room began to shake.
Could this be a weird dream?
If so it’s time to wake!

It’s National Poetry Day, it is
I heard the children say,
When you come to school tomorrow
Things will be the same old way.