Flying High

Flying high I am not sure about the theme but this is one I know. So, I shall write about a dream I had not long ago, my pen will let it flow. It happened when I was asleep I grew some wings one night. When flapped them with a great big sweep soon found I was in flight, with vision sharp my sight. And without fear I soared so high my confidence just grew. Went up and down around the sky around, around I flew, so dazzled by the view. Took off and flew around the world all countries went with ease. Went up and down, I whirled and swirled o’re mountains and the seas, wings fanned by gentle breeze. However soon my wings grew weak and I woke up in bed. My dream was like a lightning streak gone in a flash instead, t’was all just in my head. Contest Quintain (English) Poetry Contest Sponsored by Emile Pinet