The gift of Flight, A poem for all the children who have been grounded by poverty

The world does have too many fences

Some are steel and adorned with razors

Others are simply known only to our senses

I hear words spoken about the others

Those who live with desperate pleads

Of all the gifts we have but don't really need

I say a prayer, each night

Hoping for a answer

To all their prayers, whispered ever so slight

To end their grief and grant them wings

Let them soar o'er fences, across mountains and seas

To a land of plentiful harvests with clear water streams

My prayer echoes through each night

That their God may grant to them

The gift of flight

Forever and ever, Amen