Flight of Fancy


A Boy in his room one afternoon

Said, “I think I’ll fly to the moon.”

“It doesn’t look so far away,”

So he stepped outside to be on his way.

He ran to his left, then to his right.

Zoomed over a hill, disappeared out of sight.

The Trouble was he never gained any height.

He was still racing around when day became night.

During the night, plucky boy was clever,

He made wings of his arms, by stealing  sleeping birds feathers.

He did well for a beginner and flew really high.

Did he get to the moon?  I hear you cry.

He flipped and flapped through white fleecy clouds,

There were Ooooohs and Arrrrrrs from a fast gathering crowd.

But when the sun dawned bright and

The moon slipped from view.

The boy changed his plan, well wouldn’t you?

He glided down saying ”that’s enough for today.

My arms are tired and the moons gone away.”

“I did enjoy it, I had great fun.

Tomorrow I think I’ll fly to the sun.”