I'm writing a free verse poem for class and I want to write the position I'm sitting in right now. I don't know how to though.
It's when you're laying down on your back and one knee is bent. The other leg is on top of the first bent knee. (Right ankle on left knee)

Please help! Due tomorrow

No poem I've ever read does as good a job as a song by Eric Bogle called, "And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda." It tells the story of the Battle of Gallipoli between the Turkish forces and the Anzac (Australia and New Zealand) forces, from the point of view of one of the soldiers. Here's his version:

Here are the lyrics:

And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
by Eric Bogle

When I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said: Son,
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli

It well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell
He nearly blew us back home to Australia

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again

Oh those that were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me **** over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
I never knew there was worse things than dying

Oh no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity

And the Band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
Oh nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away

Now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing their dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question

And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, their numbers get fewer
Someday, no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
So who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

If you haven't noticed. You have not put your poem under the question (if you have came up with a poem and want to ask people what they think about it). But if it's something else, then I don't know. Anyways, you have not included your poem in the description. So therefore, I cannot rate your 'poem'.

Cast a spell upon the natives
Have yourself a tricking ball
Ease your way `cross the verdant pastures
Ride with guns (plus beads, recall?)
On the plains there, have a pow - wow
Know the impact of smiles, and handshakes
Everything you steal is yours now
Each `fair deal`, and - an Indian breaks. ;(

Yes of course it is one way, to each his own but it should be concise and clear. Corruption is all around us. It's said when treason is the norm, none dare call it treason. There, that's like poetry! If you make a good poem, maybe one clever line will be remembered, like a meme and do much to make people stop and think. Every man dies, not every man really lives. The difference between us is that you think the people of this country exist to provide you with position. I think you exist to provide them with freedom. They may take our lives but they will never take our freedom!