When I was young

I thought I could fly.

If I ran just right,

I’d rise into the sky

and go over the yard and

the house and the trees

until, floating a bit

I’d catch a good breeze

and neighbors would see

and squint into the sun

and say “Come here and look

at what this kid has done!”

I'd continue to rise

and with such a big smile that

my grin could be viewed

at least for a mile.

And even today,

I think, if I try,

the time may yet come

when I'll rise up and fly.