I Was Flying High Poem by Tanvi Rattan

I was flying high,
Up in the blue sky,
With my hand waving by
Silently saying hi!



I flew over the hills
And above the windmills
Even over the farmer’s crops
Where hard work never stops



Rumble, Rumble went the rocks
in the long river down
making a mighty sound


and above me
wasthe big airoplane
flying majestically
on his lane

and what a lovely kite
and oh so bright

and how can I forget the sun
which looks like a golden bun!


then suddenly I hurt my head
ah, I was dreaming in my bed!