Isaiah's flying backpack surely put the "oo" in cool.
The wings popped out when it unzipped and flew him straight to school!
But one day, when a breeze came up, it flew him to Wyoming.
There he met a hawk named Hank with whom he took to roaming.
- David Revere
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2 comments:
Hmm..Well..You see..I'm not sure! I am not very fond of birds actually but a hawk is one of the better ones I suppose.
So, I think he should get the hawk to hook him up with some bird relatives in Isaiah's own town so he can still hang out with his mom as well as continue to soar in the wild blue yonder with the Hawk familia!! Hoorah!
I sincerely hope for Isaiah's sake that the backpack did not fly him to Wyoming in winter. That would be an interesting experience, with only your school clothes to keep you warm at high altitude. Great little poem!
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