Here are A Couple of Poems That I have Written And Published
To Fly So High
Here I sit just looking out of my window, and into the sky.
Wondering what it'll be like to fly so high.
To soar like an eagle, or to fly like a dove.
Sometimes I feel that it must be true love.
To soar through the mountains, or to fly over the ocean.
Why is it so hard to feel the motion?
To see for miles away, or to dive for my food.
Now I know what it's like to get into the groove.
So now here I sit, just looking out of my window and into the sky.
Just wondering what it would be like to fly so high . . . .
Robert Atkinson
Copyright ©1999
Hamilton, ON "To Fly So High" This poem is dedicated to my sister who passed away on July 28, 1999. ì A wonderful Mother, daughter and sister. We miss you Peggy Anne Atkinson. ì September 9th 1965---July 28th 1999.
Living A Life
I'm Living a life that I know nothing about.
I'm living a person that I know nothing about nethier.
People often wonder who I really am.
I am like anybodyelse but I am different in many way's
I hurt like anybodyelse And I cry Like anybodyelse too.
But people still wonders who i really am.
I am flesh and i am bone,I am the truth,and the way.
I am the life that is unknown
Robert Michael Atkinson
Copyright ©1999 Robert Michael Atkinson
