I Wish I Could Fly

I wish I could fly

right off this train,

The coal, steam

and rails are making

noise, but going

at a snail’s pace.

I wish I could fly

beyond the hills

that seem to be

in the same spot

they were a

hundred miles a go.

I wish I could fly

past the noise

of crying babies,

snoring men

and mama’s complaints

of a corset too tight.

I wish I could fly

where there

was green grass

to wiggle my toes in,

trees to climb,

and penny candy to eat.

I wish I could fly

just where I

need to be

so I wouldn’t

have to ask

one more time,

“Are we there yet?”

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Real Toads Sunday Challenge

The challenge was to choose

one of the lovely photos 

by Kenia Kris

and write a poem.
You can check out her poetry at:
Poesia Torta