To Fly


I, I am going to fly.

A bird I am not,
but that’s why it would be
a grand thing to see.

I, I am going to fly.

Higher and higher
taller than all the tree’s,
aw what a sight that would be.

I, I am going to fly.

For you see my arm’s and leg’s
don’t move like they use to.
So why not, should I not
choose the best wish I knew,
but to fly free in the dark blue shy.

© By Amanda D Shelton

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