My old friends all thought that I was peculiar;
Went fluttering high in the sky—
Looked down and all the friends were all looking up, though;
Became the height
Of all trees and electric lines,
But that, really, only, happened once, though;
The piano carried
A tune; and, in turn, I went fluttering high,
As high as the high ceilings would go; though
I was let down with a new tune;
The highest of highs as far as tunes go.
I’d never want to come down in my dreams; though
When I was as high as the treetops, and
Flapping my arms to the sky;
The friends all noticed and screeched,
But only, and I mean, only in my dreams.
The ways, in which, I have been high, though;
It all doesn’t seem as what it seems.
In my dreams I am high as the treetops;
Those wires bigger than I remember,
Then, suddenly I am down, though;
With my feet placed firmly to ground.
I have never thought about filling up with helium, before;
But that thought was just as it had seemed.
©2025EllenFinn
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 1:20 PM UTC
My old friends all thought that I was peculiar;
Went fluttering high in the sky—
Looked down and all the friends were all looking up, though;
Became the height
Of all trees and electric lines,
But that, really, only, happened once, though;
The piano carried
A tune; and, in turn, I went fluttering high,
As high as the high ceilings would go; though
I was let down with a new tune;
The highest of highs as far as tunes go.
I’d never want to come down in my dreams; though
When I was as high as the treetops, and
Flapping my arms to the sky;
The friends all noticed and screeched,
But only, and I mean, only in my dreams.
The ways, in which, I have been high, though;
It all doesn’t seem as what it seems.
In my dreams I am high as the treetops;
Those wires bigger than I remember,
Then, suddenly I am down, though;
With my feet placed firmly to ground.
I have never thought about filling up with helium, before;
But that thought was just as it had seemed.
©2025EllenFinn
