Charlie the crow had nowhere to go,
His wings wouldn’t flap or fly.
He tried every day to make them both sway,
And dreamt of soaring through the sky.
He watched his brother fly high with his mother.
He made a wish on the brightest star.
“Please let me fly and soar through the sky,
And glide with my wings out far.”
Perched on the ground he looked all around,
With fear across his face.
He looked such a sight as he tried to take flight,
With his beak pointing up towards space.
“You can do it,” shouted the Bee, from the sycamore Tree,
And Charlie started to take flight.
High in the air, a sight that was rare,
On that beautiful magical night.
There were cheers from the ground and smiles all around,
From his friends and family too.
If you really believe, you will start to achieve,
And your wishes can really come true.
© Denise Kenny
http://www.itbeginswithaverse.com
Filed under: A selection of some of my poems, children's stories, Nursery Rhymes and Lullaby
