The Land of Mushy Fluff by Kathryn Evans

I try to pay attention,
When we’re learning something tough,
But my brain just goes all dreamy, 
Like it’s made of mushy fluff.

I stare out of the window,
And I think of what it’s like,
To be a bird or rabbit,
Or a bumble bee in flight.
 
Across our chalky hopscotch,
And out of the school gate,
I watch the wind a-blowing,
And a leafy army skate.
 
My mind takes off behind them, 
Blown swift along the lane,
It cartwheels down the pavement,
Dancing lightly over drains.

It tumbles down the hedge line, 
Then falls into a hole,
And my mind is in a burrow
With a very learned mole.

He teaches me addition,
And some easy ways to times.
We even do division,
And some super, simple, rhymes.

It’s strange to be so leafy,
When once I was a child,
But the oddest of things happen,
When you let your mind run wild.

I try to pay attention,
When we’re learning something tough,
But my mind will go off wondering
To that land of mushy fluff.

Poem © 2015 Kathryn Evans 
Image © 2015 Heather Dickinson