I dream,

 

And I wish,

 

Oh how I dream to fly like a little bird,

 

Oh how I wish to ride on the air,

 

But I am bound to the ground,

 

 

 

For just a fleeting moment I feel myself depart,

 

Depart this dreary ground on which I'm bound,

 

I'm away from here,

 

Far far away,

 

No more to stay near,

 

 

 

And it is my wish to someday fly away,

 

Fly away like a little bird some day,

 

Far far from here.

 

 

 

~bacab

As we begin to feel the emu's pain

I GUESS I WILL RATE THIS POEM AS A POEM OF HOPE

I dream,

 

And I wish,

 

Oh how I dream to fly like a little bird,

 

Oh how I wish to ride on the air,

 

RIDE ON THE AIR DOES NOT FIT... "RIDE"

 

But I am bound to the ground,

 

 

 

For just a fleeting moment I feel myself depart,

 

Depart this dreary ground on which I'm bound,

 

I'm away from here,

 

Far far away,

 

No more to stay near,

 

 

 

And it is my wish to someday fly away,

 

Fly away like a little bird some day,

 

Far far from here.

 

A LITTLE REVISING HERE WILL DO...ITS NOT BAD BUT ITS NOT GOOD EITHER

 

 

 

~bacab