Who Am I


Who am I,

He wondered at ten

And who will I become

Will I be famous

For what he bethought

Will I still be My Father’s Son,

And why am I here by this bubbly brook

With a squirrel and larks nearby

he mulled and decided

If  asked oft enough

That one day

He’d surely know why.


He flew the coop they’ll

One day say

He flew




We thought we saw him

Up high in the clouds

He flew and

He flew and on

He flew.

He flew




To return

In the

Nigh and nigh.

By Lee Broom


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