<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div><div><b>“Sometimes I Dream That I Can Fly”</b> by Pat A. Fleming</div><div><br></div><div>Sometimes I dream that I can fly.</div><div>I lift and flap my arms just so,</div><div>And soon I'm soaring to the sky.</div><div>Graceful like a bird I go.</div><div><br></div><div>I find a fluffy cotton cloud</div><div>And catch myself a comfy ride. </div><div>I cannot hear a single sound,</div><div>As slowly through the air I glide.</div><div><br></div><div>My silky cloud floats with the breeze,</div><div>Through the bluest sky.</div><div>Just like a sailboat on the sea,</div><div>With seagulls swooping by.</div><div><br></div><div>I look upon the streets below</div><div>And spy my friends at play.</div><div>I dive and dip and twirl around,</div><div>As they watch in awe and wave.</div><div><br></div><div>I feel so giddy, light and free,</div><div>The sun so warm and bright.</div><div>I think that I shall fly all day,</div><div>And catch a star at night.</div><div><br></div><div>But then the wind begins to blow,</div><div>And the clouds turn angry gray.</div><div>They growl and rumble as they go,</div><div>And chase the birds away.</div><div><br></div><div>And though it's fun to touch the sky,</div><div>I start to feel alone.</div><div>I don't feel welcome anymore,</div><div>I think perhaps I should go home.</div><div><br></div><div>So I lift my arms and tuck my head,</div><div>And drift back to the ground.</div><div>And when my feet are back on earth,</div><div>The rain comes pouring down.</div><div><br></div><div>Indeed I had the grandest time,</div><div>Up in the boundless sky.</div><div>But it's really much too lonely there</div><div>To live in all the time.</div><div><br></div><div>And though my friends looked up to me</div><div>And my heroic flying feats,</div><div>It seemed they liked me just as much</div><div>When I stood on my two feet.</div><div><br></div><div>So I'll do my flying in my dreams,</div><div>Where it's all just make believe.</div><div>And in real life, I'll stay right here,</div><div>Where I'm loved just being me.</div></div><div><br></div>———————————————<br><br><div dir="ltr"><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)</span></div><div><a href="http://www.moscowcares.com/" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000">http://www.MoscowCares.com</font></a></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></div><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tom Hansen</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moscow, Idaho</span></div></div><div><br></div></div></div></div></div></body></html>