Spinning Machine
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
Have you ever gone spinning round and round
till the ceiling looks just like the ground
and the ground looks kinda like the walls
and you’re caught in a whirlwind where everything falls
Have you ever gone spinning round and round
till the ceiling looks just like the ground
and the ground looks kinda like the walls
and you’re caught in a whirlwind where everything falls
My eyes are all red, and
my nose is all runny.
The words that I say
sound a little bit funny.
I’m dotting every i, and
I am crossing every t.
I’m putting letters down, and
I erase them frequently.
One time the wind was very strong.
It blew and blew like crazy.
So I just let myself go limp,
like when I’m feeling lazy.
Take pity on the noble weed,
it grows against all odds.
It prospers in harsh climates.
It thrives on rocky sods.
Sometimes on a windy day
I close my eyes and fly away.
I float with leaves upon the breeze,
then skitter around the lofty trees.
Well here I am, right up
in front of the class.
She has picked me again.
I did not even ask.
Sometimes I close my eyes to see
what’s going on inside.
At first, it just looks dark, but then
my mind’s eyes open wide.