If I wasn’t me
What would I like to be?
Just what takes my fancy
I don’t really know.
So let me imagine
And see where I go!

A Mythical dragon?
In some fantasyland?
No, no, that would not be good,
There’d be to many knights,
Hero’s out for my blood,
In order to win some fair damsels hand!

I have ‘itchy’ feet
So I’d not be a tree,
Stuck in the ground
With my roots fast below,
And some underground creature
Chewing on my big tap toe!

Well, how about a mountain
Reaching way up in the sky?
To inspire Reindeer’s poetical fountain
As she climbs my forested slopes so high!
And I would think out aloud
With my head in a cumulous cloud.

Or maybe I’d be a sailing ship,
A tall, stately square rigger,
Destined to sail the seven seas,
Or a fast and beautiful old tea clipper,
But, what if a storm should come along
To rip up my sails and then - sink me!

As a hot air balloon
I could circle the world,
My cylinders would croon
As I climbed up high,
The passengers in my gondola curled
Gazing in wonder at the star studded sky.

Birds are a delight
Their song clear and sweet,
So graceful in flight
It would be a treat
To be able to fly, take off and alight
And never to grumble about my sore feet!

But, I think this is as close
As I ever will be,
To wishing I was something
Other than me.
For I am happy to stay as I am
A child created by God’s decree.

Jackie S Brooks ©
9 August 2003