Come with me to touch the sky,
You need not travel far and wide.
I’m here, with you, wherever you go—
Though this you probably already know.
No words are needed for you and I,
We’ve said our hellos; we’ve said our goodbyes—
But on the rare chance that you can’t fly,
Just look above, and touch the sky.
I wrote this poem a while ago. Some folks despise rhyming poetry and prefer the more free-flowing style. While I enjoy that type of poetry as well, I’m a big fan of the rhyme—it’s probably all those years I was in love with Dr. Seuss as a child and the poetry courses I took in college. When you read some of the classic poetry from Keats to Shelley to Shakespeare, they were fans of the rhyme, too.
I saw this lovely artwork on Pinterest, and it made me think of my poem, so I pulled it out of the archives.
Have a lovely Friday and long weekend, everyone!