Reflections from a nine year old

“I CAN FLY”
On soaring eagle’s wings I ride,
I dance with the wind, and tumble and glide.
I twirl with tornados, down rainbows I slide:
When I’m tired, I sleep on the clouds.

With the clouds I shape pictures, row upon row
On the mountains at sunset, I taste the pink snow
From star to star I do-si-do:
But when I’m tired, I sleep on the clouds.
-R.B., Age nine, 4th grade

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About readytofly89

My passions are writing (particularly poetry), and music. I don't play, but it speaks to me. The written word is a powerful thing, and I plan to use it.
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