Francisca Darko

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To Fly - Poem by Francisca Darko

Wouldn't it be nice to fly?
I'd stretch out my arms
Elongate my palms
Watch the feathers grow
Oh so very slow
I'd look down hopefully at these strange things
Bright and colourful, my very own wings!

How will it happen?
My toes will be pointed
Like ballerinas and mounted
I'd begin to feel the lift
A slight bodily shift
Till the ground beneath me will be no more
Up in the air, I'll soar, soar, soar!

I'll be a very small bird, I most definitely will
Delicate but strong and full of will
Petite and tiny but when My beak opens to sing
My mighty voice will ring and ring

I'll chase the wind
Forget all that I'd been
Swoop through the air
And fly without care
Hover over oceans, the seas- no match
And the fun of swooping in for the fish I catch!

To fly would be magical, wonderful, special
But to do that, wings would be most essential
So I'll close my eyes, count to one from five
And when they open, I hope I'll be glad with what I find


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  • (11/10/2012 5:44:00 PM)


    BLOODY AMAZING DARLING! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 18, 2012



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