a wish to fly

A WISH FOR FLIGHT

A Not So Silly Sonnet

By Izzy Ess of Seriousness

 

I wish that I were free to flee and fly

Into the sky and soar above the earth

And see the straight lines of the railroads as

They cut across the curvy roads and rivulets.

I’d revel in the odd shapes of

The farms and coloured crops and tiny barns

And farmer’s houses with their own so brightly

Coloured roofs, set back from major highways

And those country roads that are concessions

Almost always five whole quarters of

A mile, apart.  The ponds are oh so pretty

As they mirror all the clouds up in

The bluest sky available.  I wish

That I could fly, like any flying fish.

 

THE END

 

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

September 2, 2013