I close my eyes and think.
The air, the sky, the clouds faintly turning pink.
“I can do it,” I whisper, making no other sound.
Then, slowly, I rise off the ground.
Higher and higher, my body goes.
Where I am headed, really, who knows?
I open my eyes, and glance all around.
I look past my feet, I am no longer ground bound.
I’m like Peter Pan, I can swoop, I can soar!
The wind rushing past, like a lion’s loud roar.
Now nothing holds me back, I am totally free!
I turn and I swoop and I giggle with glee!
“I can fly!” “I can fly!” I shout to below.
I fly past hills and fields, the world looks aglow.
Finally, I settle on my roof peak, and gaze far and wide.
I sit and look, then smiled then sighed.
I love to fly, and see what there is to see.
But what could possibly be better, than home waiting for me?
I really love this poem. It’s got a great rhythm, and I really, really like the phrase, “But what could possibly be better, than home waiting for me?”
Great poem! I personally enjoy the reference to Peter Pan.
Hey Savannah, I absolutely love your poem! Great job!
I really enjoy the part where it talks about being able to fly and be free. 
Thank ya’ll!