I’ll Fly Away

He wanted to fly. I wanted to take the train. We couldn’t exactly sail across the prairies like Greta Thunberg in a sailboat. The train service was difficult, inconvenient and didn’t go all the way through. It was too far to drive in one day. It’s hard to make a responsible choice sometimes, isn’t it? After looking at all the options, I found him outside trimming the roses. “Okay,” I said, “I’ll fly.”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

One thought on “I’ll Fly Away”

  1. Singing in the car,
    “I’ll fly away, oh glory,”
    I’ll fly away,
    Like a bird from these prison walls I’ll fly
    I’ll fly away.”

    No gospel choir, just me,
    the car, the road, the song
    like an odometer measuring
    the minutes of my life flying
    like hummingbirds
    past the window.

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