One afternoon I was
Sitting in my house
Flipping channels on
On the TV, bored and
Wondering what else
There could be to life.
Then a force pulled
Me from my chair
And out the front
Door. I stood in the
Middle of the yard
And rose up slowly,
Over the tops of the
Houses and found I
Could go anywhere
I wanted to go–
Freedom!
One morning a little boy
Was playing in his front
Yard and decided to wander
Around through his mother’s
Rose bushes
A little person with wings
Flew in front of him and
Was joined by a few other
Of the tiny fairies
They did not seem to be
Afraid of him and he was not
Afraid of them watching them
Gracefully fly among the roses
Wordman of Alcatraz 