Up High
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Kiana Habner, Grade 3
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Poetry
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2018
I’m up so very high,
Where I touch the sky,
Below I can see the cliffs,
And where the ocean sits,
I feel the wind on my face,
At a very calm and gentle pace,
I hear ‘chirping’ all around me,
This is just where I want to be,
I smell the eucalyptus leaves,
That come directly from trees,
I eat while I fly,
As bugs pass me by,
I’m a bird soaring through the air,
It’s a great place up there!