( The Little Boy asked - "Do you get scared Mister Poetry Man?")
When the teacher says to me –“Now you write a poem” -
My heart skips a beat and then my blood starts a-flowing.
And my knees knock together and my legs want to flee.
‘Cos I sometimes don’t believe that there is a writer in me.
When the teacher says to me –“Now you have a try” -
My thoughts are all a blank and my eyes, they want to cry.
And my head is all a-whirling and buzzing like a bee.
‘Cos I sometimes don’t believe that there is a writer in me.
When the teacher says to me –“Now you make a verse” -
My cheeks go pink and my tongue it forms a curse.
And I want to leave the room and run for a pee.
‘Cos I sometimes don’t believe that there is a writer in me.
But when the school turns to me and waits for a rhyme -
I take a deep breath and I take a bit of time.
I take a bit of courage and I take a bit of pride.
And I mix it with the trust that I grown inside
And I sprinkle in some magic from language that I love.
And then soar with the greats on the wings of a dove.
I even use the fear that is also part of me
‘Cos I really do believe there’s a writer in me.
I really do believe there’s a writer in me.
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© Gavin Stewart 1996-2007
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