flying

Yearning to Fly

Submitted by Bernadette on Tue, 01/06/2009 - 17:21

It may seem like nonsense, but it is so true
That many have never flew
There is the cat, which yearns to fly as the sparrow flutters
There is the spider, which begs to fly like the buzzing fly
There is the dog, which yelps when the bird flies beyond his reach
There is the rabbit, which leaps to fly, yet falls to the ground
There is the pig, which thinks pigs fly, but when he tries, he fails at first sight
There is the hamster, which jumps off the bed, hoping to fly though never will

White Cloud

Submitted by Anonymous on Fri, 10/10/2008 - 18:11

When I fall from the a darkened night sky,
I’m not afraid of what will happen when I land,
I do not faint, I do not cry,
I gently fall, but then I pick up speed,
I simply close my eyes,
I do not yell or shout real loud,
Instead I land on a pure, white, cloud.

I walk around and I meet,
The others who fell a while before me,
I smile and laugh with those from the past,
I dance on the cloud spinning so fast, that white is all I see,
Then to me they all bowed,
Because, I’m royalty on the white cloud.

Flying Practice

Submitted by Hannah W. on Sat, 08/23/2008 - 16:22

Stand at the doorway--
("wait your turn!")
Poised to run--
("Look out!")
Dashing off,
headlong down the hall--
("here I go!")
One giant leap,
arms outstretched to each side,
eyes closed,
Whump!
Open your eyes,
("I did it, see?")
Hop off the chair again,
("Now you try")
And scurry back down the hall,
to continue to practice
this very important skill.
Then Mom comes in,
("just be careful...")
and says, if you don't break the couch,
or any of your bones,

Wearing Borrowed Wings - Inspired by the Chronicles of Narnia

Submitted by Delaney on Sat, 03/08/2008 - 00:44
I am just a stone
I was not meant to fly.
The sunken ships and fallen stars
Have landed where I lie.

Lion of the sky,
Why would you leave your throne?
And land among the fallen stars
To see a simple stone?

Falling through the blue
To where you are the sky.
Leaning on your golden wings
And learning how to fly.

I am just a stone
Wearing borrowed wings
One hour in the sky with you
Is quite enough for me.

Aerial

Submitted by Sarah on Tue, 02/26/2008 - 03:19
Soaring, flying,
gliding on the wings of the wind.

Rising higher,
than the very clouds.

Wind rushing,
ruffling my hair.

I scream,
ecstatic, turning downwards;

Free-falling,
for hundreds of feet;

Pulling up
at the last second,

Flying.

Whipping around pinnacles of rock,
tall spires reaching dead, frozen arms,
far up into the sky.

The thrill!
The adventure!
The joy!
It’s indescribable!

I hear a sharp sound,

To Soar

Submitted by Sarah on Wed, 11/07/2007 - 23:19

To fly like a bird,
Soaring in the heavens,
The air rushing past your face,
Creating a roar.

To be above the clouds,
No engine's noise obscuring
The passing eagle's cry.
To fly.

To be the master of the sky,
To know it's every trick,
To ride an updraft,
Rushing upwards on it's power.

To rest, on a pinnacle of rock,
Higher than the highest climber's reach.
To know, that you are the stuff of legends,
And in every poet's dream.

Dreamland

Submitted by Matthew on Wed, 06/06/2007 - 12:49

Sitting at my big computer
Hoping that things don't get duller
I close my eyes
And cross my hands
And enter my own dreamland

Trees that rise one-hundred feet tall
A thief scaling a castle wall
I'm over here
And around there
Everywhere in my dreamland

There are no lessons and no school
No smacking rods or useless rules
Just me and my
Own little self
Traveling in my dreamland