Righting

My teacher told us to right a poem,
And I’ve been confused since that day.
For when I heard that I must right a poem,
It put my thoughts upon delay.

My teacher told us to right a poem,
So I sit here with arms crossed,
Trying to understand the poems of masters,
From Dickenson, to Cummings, to Frost.

My teacher told us to right a poem,
But I and the assignment don’t get along.
For until I heard her speak those words,
I didn't know that poems could be wrong.