Flying, flying, higher up,
Wind streaming through my hair.
Higher, Higher, higher up,
Soaring through the air.
Diving, diving, diving down,
Skimming the ocean blue.
Shooting shooting, shooting past,
A morning sprinkled with dew.
Speeding, speeding, speeding through,
Tall, welcoming trees.
Floating, floating, floating by,
In the sweet, warm breeze.
Then stopping, stopping, stopping stop,
Onto the springy grass.
Resting resting resting now,
Finally home at last.
2 Comments
April 11, 2009 at 9:06 +00:00Apr
PRIYA! Love the poem… It reminds me of a ride at Disneyland called Soaring Through California.
I got you linked on my blog! If you keep writing like this I may have to fly you here to teach my girls! Great Job! H
April 27, 2009 at 9:06 +00:00Apr
thanks so much! i cant wait to meet you! thank you for reading my blog!