My Little Broomstick

May 23, 2011
As I take my little broomstick

through the air I fly

going up and down

high in the sky.

So high that I can fly

to the moon.

I weave so suddenly





all the way to Paris.

I go



UP, to the top.

of the Eiffel Tower

I see the city lights

so beautiful

as if looking at the stars.

On my broomstick

We fly

Wherever I want.

The broomstick

glides through the wind

and I feel the cool

breeze on my face

I ask to take me home

I wake

up the next morning, I look

in the corner

of my eye,

and there he was...

my little broomstick.

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