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)