To Fly
I wish to fly.
Up in the clouds on high.
In the thermals to rise.
High in the sky's.
Oh, what joy to swoop and glide.
Somersault and slide.
Heavenly vistas to see.
Far away over the sea.
Gliding along, singing a song.
Happy, all the day long.
See for miles ,face wreathed in smiles.
Higher than anyone has been.
In my flying machine.
Copyright © Norman Purvis | Year Posted 2006
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