The Sky Poem by tanya voytovich

The Sky



it must be fun
to be the sky
and see an eagle
soaring high,
or hear and see
a gleaming jet
climb higher, higher,
higher yet.

but best of all,
the sky can trace
the route of rockets
out in space.
when eagles, jets
and rockets fly,
it must be fun
to be the sky.

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