The History Teacher

She speaks a million words of history.
Her eyes, they have a dark shade of blue mystery.
She walks around the room, mumbling words briskly,
wandering about as she tells us about our country's past and greatest victories.

She suddenly stops, expecting us to be listening.
She points at me, for I had been whispering,
and asks me something about World War l's tragedy.
I tried to answer, and it sounded convincingly,
for I knew not the answer,
because I was writing this short piece of poetry.