Burn a twig easily But a log, that's silly In your bag, where it is A big power, So tiny

Woven threads and patterned dyes, beneath your feet I softly lie.

A sailing ship, used for war and trading, remove an e and I'm a unit of liquid capacity.

A moment captured in time, traditionally developed from film, now also digitized. A particle of light without the eNding.

I sit in a classroom, quiet and small, But when you turn me on, I grow big on the wall. I shine bright pictures for everyone to see, What kind of machine could I be?