In my second year of college I took a poetry writing class.  It was great fun, and I enjoyed it immensely!  This was my favorite poem that I wrote for that class.  Oh, how the nice weather during those springtime classes made it difficult for me to pay attention! :-)

View from a Field
by Rusty Keele

At the back of the class
                                The sunshine pulls my
                                Attention like
                                Anesthetic of a
                                Heavenly healer. The
                                Heads of my peers
                                Bobbing in front of
                                Me become swaying
                                Bundles of Kansas wheat.

                                The teacher is the
                                Sun on a clear morning
                                Lecturing her field. The
                                Words sunburn my
                                Imagination.
                                I am so glad
                                I did not sit
At the front of the class.

This poem copyright © 1994 Rusty Keele.  All rights reserved.