Saturday, August 21, 2010
Come with Me.
Come with me. Let's crawl
on the ceiling, and climb over each door,
let's cross the whole house without touching the floor.
We'll sit with our legs crossed without any chair,
and float down the staircase without stepping on stairs.
We'll sail the ol' swingset to Kalamazoo
through an ocean of cloud and sky blue.
Come with me, and all will be well....
Oh, you're a grown up? I won't tell.
Labels: children's poetry