Poetry Corner by Lia

Alone By Myself

As I lay on my

Back gazing at the sky,

I ask myself why

Do you rule,

While being school?

I am a pencil

Going to draw,

I am a law,

I am math,

In someone’s wrath.

I am a law to obey,

Sometime in May,

I am a book being read,

I am a bird going to bed.

Someday I say,

Let’s play.

sorry 'bout the weird formatting, I don't know what's going on with that