Our Great Sky Poem by Max Okere
Our Great Sky
I looked at the sky,
because i wanted to fly.
I knew it was of great height,
because i couldn't reach to my delight.
i dreamt of swifting through the cold,
but it seemed too old to hold.
It is not silver and gold that can be sold,
but it is clever and bold without being told.
For that is a truth unfold,
that you can't fly even if you were stronghold.
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4/28/2024 4:48:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I rarely give a 2, but it is what I had to do. It's gonna make him blue. But some things are just clearly true. GW62