If I Could Fly
Rising majestically from the earth,
High into the sky,
Airplanes give mountains a very wide berth,
As clouds float gracefully by.
The birds sing aloud,
A river rushes by,
It's times like now
That I wish I could fly.
I would soar high above the mountain tops,
I would glide low along the trees,
I would, from my perch watch the snowflakes drop,
And the angry storm-tossed seas.
As I sat, the crickets would sing,
The river would rush,
My cries would ring,
Over the woods and then....hush.
-Tracy A. Dafoe
Copyright © 1998 Tracy Dafoe
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