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Sometimes I look up at the sky

It's up so very, very high.

I think it would be great to fly

But I can't and so I cry.



I watch the clouds as they float by

Then a pretty redbird goes soaring by

I stare at it and call out Hi

But it's to far to hear my cry



Then I see a plane moving fast across the sky

Above the birds and among the clouds

leaving a trail to follow behind.

It makes me think and I know why



Now I see I don't need to cry

Just because I was born unable to fly

I can go to school and learn to fly

and take my place up in the sky.







I wrote this one to prove to my 9 year old nephew that writing a poem wasn't that hard to do, now I just have to get him to write one of his own.