a poem by Caitlin Joyce - Year 6
If I could fly, I would go high,
I would soar above the clouds,
However, I wouldn't be loud.
If I did not have fun up there,
I would float back down
And not be in the air.
When I fly,
I feel free,
I can see many things below my feet.
If I could fly,
I would be high,
I can see my friends on the ground,
However, I don't want to come down.
I think I have had enough fun,
Time to come down on the ground.