Up High

• Ava Robson, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2020

Up high in the sky
where the breeze meets a sigh.
The view in amazing,
up high when gazing.
The sky is hazy,
the adrenaline is crazy.
The story can be told,
in the morning that is old.
The wind is swaying
while we are playing.
In a twinkle of an eye
we all say goodbye.
Up high in the sky
where the breeze meets a sigh.