POEM STARTER
Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.
Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?
The Old Days
My mom would tell me of the old days
Back when my brother lived and breathed
She would speak of the times boredom attacked
And how he never let it keep him down
His teachers would out him in time out
Because he could not stay still in his seat
They would make him sit outside by himself
No toys or games or friends nearby
They forgot those were luxuries to him
He could fight the boredom off by himself
Dirt, bugs, grass and sticks became tools
His imagination used all of them for fun
That same imagination power is in me
Helping me feel close to him even now
He may be gone from the living world
But his cure for boredom will survive a while
Thank you mom for sharing stories
And for encouraging me to never stay bored
Thank you brother for being so creative
I hope you get to see my art from where you are