If I were a Ball
If I were a ball,
I’d bounce out that window.
I’d land on the playground outside.
I’d roll round the blacktop
Get kicked (wouldn’t hurt!)
Then someone would grab me and hide.
If I were a ball,
I’d fly high in the sky -
Find a puddle and roll right through.
I’d bounce off someone’s face.
Sorry, nose! My mistake!
Then I’d spin on a finger or two.
If I were a ball,
I’d be covered with dirt.
I’d land with a thump in the grass.
Life would be full of play.
I’d have so much more fun,
And I wouldn’t be stuck in this class!
I’d bounce out that window.
I’d land on the playground outside.
I’d roll round the blacktop
Get kicked (wouldn’t hurt!)
Then someone would grab me and hide.
If I were a ball,
I’d fly high in the sky -
Find a puddle and roll right through.
I’d bounce off someone’s face.
Sorry, nose! My mistake!
Then I’d spin on a finger or two.
If I were a ball,
I’d be covered with dirt.
I’d land with a thump in the grass.
Life would be full of play.
I’d have so much more fun,
And I wouldn’t be stuck in this class!
This poem is copyright (©) Theresa Gaughan 2024
About the Writer
Theresa Gaughan
Theresa is a third-grade teacher living in Knoxville, Tennessee. She is an avid reader and has a very extensive collection of children's books. The first poem she ever shared with others was written in fourth-grade. It was titled, I Have to Pay Attention. Her teacher asked her to make it into a poster that she later displayed in the hallway. Ms. Gaughan has no memory of the lesson that she missed while writing the poem.
