A new idea is forming fast
And spins around in space.
It comes to earth and looks around
And then it spots my face.
(or I could have said: "For someone to embrace"
It leaps inside this mind of mine
And seeks a nook and cranny
In which to nest itself and grow.
It’s rather too uncanny!
(or I could have said: But why pick this old granny?)
Its growing form burns in my brain
And words then start to flow.
My fingers tap upon the keys;
My mind’s now all aglow.
(or I could have said: But my typing's rather slow -
except that it's not!
I’ll change these words, I know I will.
I’m never satisfied,
But left untouched, this new idea
For certain would have died.
(or I could have said: "Would wander on, untried"
My poem’s finished; I’m content
And the idea is happy too -
And back through space I hurl it out
To make its home with you.
(or I could have said: . . .
'But will my poem be well received?
Well, that answer lies with you.'
Copyright on all my poems
In your class, think what would have been your own last line to each verse - and teachers, do let me know the really best last lines please.