My Desk

I like my desk when the sun slides in
and warms the ink inside my pen.

I like my desk and its thunderclap
and its silences and its tap tap tap.

I like my desk for its woody smell,
its heron legs that ring-a-ding-bell.

I like my desk at reading hour
snug with my book like a bee in a flower.

I like my desk so flat and wide
to rest my picture and paints astride.

I like my desk when home time’s near.
I whisper, Thank you desk, my dear.

My Desk is in the poetry anthology LOOK OUT! THE TEACHERS ARE COMING,
Macmillan Children’s Books, August 05.