IF I HAD WINGS

I wonder what it must be like to fly,
If I had wings to soar way up high.
I could fly for miles without making a sound,
I could fly for miles without touching the ground.
 
I could go anywhere I pleased,
I would take off, fly away appeased,
And I would do it all with ease,
Over land or over the seas.
 
I could fly for hours at a time,
On a warm current of air, sublime,
As into the clouds I would climb.
All this wouldn’t cost a dime.
 
To wash and preen, would be a daily routine,
And to hunt and kill would be part of the scene,
I’d soar in the skies as my wings unfurled,
And I wouldn’t have a care in the world.
 
Man has always been jealous of the birds’ ability to fly,
And has tried for years to get himself into the sky.
The best he has managed is in a plane,
The efforts he’s used it’s a wonder he’s still sane,
For flight has eluded us so far it would seem…
But if I had wings it would be more than a dream.

By
JOHN HAMPSON
© Copyright Reserved 2010

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