Penguins and I
To fly eventually -
to be at one with birds.
A childhood dream at three
that I pretend I had.
I would fly,
if dream came true
with penguins
that must surely dream?
(I saw a penguin yesterday
and it stretched its wings for me
as if one day
it will...)
They and I will fly above
this sullied earth
of sore pretense
of better things.
And even if we don't,
I gain for having pretended in this poem
a childhood dream I never had -
to be part of penguin lore.
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8/13/2015
Contest - Childhood dreams
Sponsor - Silent One
A win
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