I stretch forth my hands
To those who wish to fly with me
We'll pass the time
You and I
Like birds gliding
On still blue seas
Don't doubt
But soar like Peter Pan
On grand adventures
To Neverland
We'll duel pirates
Slay sea monsters
Ride on turtles
And surf on waters
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Must you roll your eyes
We're only passing time
You say your too old
And you claim you lost your dentures
I am most sad grandma
So long until our next adventure
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6 comments:
I'll go flying with you. I never want to grow up. Great images and feeling. Lovely poem.
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I enjoyed reading your poem. I love the invitation line at the start: I stretch forth my hands. It conveys a willingness to sail along with the innocent for a while. Keep writing!!
A great feel in this poem. Nice work!!!
Absolutely I will fly with you. when I come to this blog I always feel like this starts the unwinding of my day. This is just a peaceful place to come and think and yes dream!!:)
There is a simple beauty about your writing that's inviting. Thank you.
There is a need to get away
I come here to rest, relax, and move in
your space.
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