How long is high?
‘Mary can reach the table bottom,
I can reach the top,
Dan can reach the curtain rail
– but where does growing stop?
‘Dad can’t reach the ceiling, quite,
and if we climb the tree,
the sky is ever so far away
from Dad and Dan and me.
‘You’d have to be a bird to go
up into all that blue
– but can they reach the fluffy cloud,
and could they travel through?
‘Is there blue above the cloud?
a “roof” up somewhere too?
with painted stars that shine at night?
… But what do rockets do?
‘Do spaceships fly up, up more high
to travel to the moon?
and on and on to Mars and stars?
… I’ll know the answers soon!’
[Poetry Monthly August: Blue Sky Tree High]