My Poetry
Up High
If I touch the clouds
and then stretch a little more,
I can stand up proud
I'm almost touching heavens door.
I know the door won't open
the time isn't right
but I can touch the clouds
and heaven tonight.

The air up here is thinner
but I'm encased in this shell,
and I know I'm going fast
but how fast I can't tell.
The view is one to die for
The earth looks calm and still
if I can touch the clouds
and heaven I will.

The aeroplane is speeding
across the bluey sky
I can see the rivers course
from way up high.
I sit here in amazement
absorbing the thrill
if I can touch the clouds
and heaven I will.
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