If I Had Wings
By Pie Corbett
If I had wings
I would touch the fingertips of clouds
And glide on the winds breath.
If I had wings
I would taste a chunk of the sun
As hot as peppered curry.
If I had wings
I would listen to the clouds of sheep
bleat that graze on the blue.
If I had wings
I would breathe deep and sniff
The scent of raindrops.
If I had wings
I would gaze at the people
Who cling to the earth.
If I had wings
I would dream of swimming the deserts
and walking the seas.