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.
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