If I was a hummingbird
by Remington Miller age 12
(Little Rock, Arkansas )
One day I thought in my little head,
What if I wasn't me?
What if I was, let’s say, a hummingbird?
Well that got me a thinking,
That got me a smiling,
I closed my eyes and imagined,
I shrank and grew a long pointed beak,
With wings and feathers, too!
Well with that at last I thought,
what would a little hummingbird does?
So, I got back to thinking,
That if I was a hummingbird
I would fly around a time or two,
In search of nectar,
Boy, it sure takes lots of power to
Power my swift wings up,
The clouds were my track,
And I was a racer,
Heart beating as I flew,
Doing flips and turns.
I opened my eyes and smiled to my self,
As if by magic a little hummingbird flew right by,
As if it was saying Hi.