I sit here with my pen in hand

I don’t know what to write about.

I think, I think, but simply can’t

Find what will make the words come out.

It’s like my mind is water flow

A dam stands there to block its path.

A valley waits for flood below

Against the dam the sea does splash.

I think they call this “writer’s block,”

When you can’t put your thoughts to paper.

A sentry stands, and then yells “Stop!”

To halt my thoughts from escaping their maker.

How will I write a poem for class

If I don’t know what to say?

I sit here as the moments pass

I ponder, thinking all through the day.

But wait! What is this I do now?

I write a poem, with rhymes and all!

I can do it! I do know how!

After my “block,” this poem I’ll call.