KIDS READ 15/15 – SWINGING
High in the sky
As the clouds blow on by
Higher and higher
Up into the sky
My hands reach out
I can touch the blue
Just like my finger paints
I can really touch the blue.
Air rushes past my face
Wind like tickles from angels
Quick touches ruffle my hair,
More invisible fingers on my face.
I close my eyes to see differently
Am I a bird?
Am I like a secret angel that can fly?
Or another beautiful cloud floating along above Texas?
My stomach goes up, my stomach goes down,
Maybe as an astronaut landing on the moon
Or a dolphin skipping on ocean waves,
Like running through a giant water park, my strong tail splashing.
Then, with my eyes wide open
I jump from the swing,
To see how far I can glide.