Skyscrapers by Rachel Field
Do skyscrapers ever grow tired
Of holding themselves up high?
Do they ever shiver on frosty nights
With their tops against the sky?
Do they feel lonely sometimes,
Because they have grown so tall?
Do they ever wish they could just lie down
And never get up at all?
By Rachel Field
(my 9-year-old's pocket poem this year that he memorized)