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 groundSo 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 Igazed 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.www.teenink.com
