Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

Gossamer wings

If I had a pair of gossamer wings, I would not fly to you.

They’d fail me for sure and over a briar patch, at that.

I’d take a plane.

 

If I had a golden chariot, I would not drive to you.

I have no horses, I’d have to pull it myself.

Oh, I’d take a bus.

 

If I had a birch bark canoe, I would not paddle to you.

It would get all soggy and sink; I’d have to swim.

Wait ‘til winter.  I’d skate.

 

If I get on Google Earth, and I know your coordinates,

I would probably find you. But, more’s the pity, I don’t.

And you can’t hear me when I call.

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