A Dream To Fly...

• Aaden Mortensen, Grade 09
• Poetry
• 2008

As new storms brew and black crows wheel,

The dark’s treachery is revealed...

As I walk by, a crow catches my eye,

I watch it loop and spiral and fly...

Suddenly, like a midsummer rain,

I see in my mind, again and again,

My real desire – I never knew why,

But I had decided – I wanted to fly...

I reach the ‘summit’ of a skyscraper near,

No-one could taunt me, could stop me flying
here...

I watch the black crows, so sad and moaning,

I wanted to fly, so badly and lonely...

But then something hit me, like the note of a fife,

Humans can fly, but only once in their life...

So I left the building, I would not cry...

I came back years later... When I was going to die...

In my last moments, I felt free with the crows,

I hit the pavement, I won’t make it a lie...


I died... At peace...