Man always dreamt of joining birds,
Up in the great cloudy blue.
People thought of countless ways,
Of how to soar with birds ,too.
Slowly,people stopped their feuds,
And started to use their brains instead.
They thought ,"How should these flying things look?"
And ,"Should we use wood or lead?"
Even the great Da Vinci himself,
Thought of flying and said ,"Oh ,my."
But it wasnt until 1903,
Until the Wrights made a way to fly.
Nowdays among migrating ducks,
People now soar through the sky.
High above all cars and trucks,
We can now look at birds and say, "Hi!"
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Poetry!the art of words.
PoetryPoetry,is an art of writing .A poem can be a description of something,which can be an object,a bond or even an emotion!A poem can also be a story,put in a few or many paragraphs. ..... Basically ,its a piece of writing that comes from the heart!and...
