Number 101. Learning to Fly.

Learning to Fly.

It matters not how hard I try,

I’ve found I simply cannot fly;

My first attempt was out of bed;

Landing firmly on my head!

In trying to take to the air,

The next attempt was from my chair.

Maybe I was still too small,

As all I really did was fall.

Perhaps I need to wait a bit;

With bigger arms I’d master it.

My mum has said that I’m not meant,

To fly yet, and to be content.

After all, she pointed out,

I’ve not yet learned to walk about,

And when all is said and done,

Before you fly you need to run.

So for the coming week or two,

I’ll practice what I have to do;

Learn to stand up by myself,

And not by holding on the shelf.

Then I’ll make a little dash,

To Mum while trying not to bash,

Myself on things along the way,

And upright do my best to stay.

After this it should be fine,

To tightrope walk the washing line,

Once I’m confident that high,
Then I’m sure that I could fly.

I’ve seen how easy it can be,

The birds all do it, why not me?
I’m very keen to fly the nest,

Just feed me up, I’ll do the rest!

© Stephen Saunders