Learning to Fly

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From the book The Biggest Burp Ever

I’m soaring.
I’m sailing.
I’m learning to fly.
I’m leaping.
I’m bouncing.
I’m high in the sky.

I’m jumping.
I’m hopping.
I’m up in the air.
I’m dashing.
I’m diving,
the wind in my hair.

I’m swooping.
I’m whooshing.
I’m light as a kite.
I’m flittering,
fluttering,
floating in flight.

I’m toppling.
I’m tumbling.
I’m falling. I crashed.
And, whoopsie,
my parents
new mattress is trashed.

 — Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2014. All Rights Reserved.

Reading Level: Grade 1

Topics: Imaginary Poems, Poems about Friends and Family

Poetic Techniques: Imagery, Onomatopoeia, Repetition, Rhyme Schemes

 


From the Book The Biggest Burp Ever


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