Poem:By Carl H.

I asked my father if I could swim, and he said that I would drown.The Sea would imprison me – he saidif my feet had left the ground

I asked my father if I could swim,
and he said that I would drown.
The Sea would imprison me – he said
if my feet had left the ground
So I walked out to the water,
and cried out – how ’bout now!
He said, a little bit further, Son,
and then you’ll leave the ground.
I stepped on sand then stone,
from hollow ground to sturdy.
The sky was at my level as I
gazed at the birdie.
The Sea brought me a new idea,
the urge to flee to the high.

I asked my Father if I could fly,
and he said, sure, Son – go try.

I jumped as high as I could.
Still, I landed on the ground.
I saw my Father pull on a chain,
and then I knew that I was bound.

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