If I could, I would fly high above the trees on a broom
strong the wood carriage under me
Lighting strike down went that Ole’ Diamond wood
now it flies high with me above the trees
Higher Higher Midnight Sun be my light
for this Ole’ gals got to cool down
It’s way too hot let’s blow this town
Whoosh
Up so high
Look below land and tree, lake, rivers and slough…
Wait there that’s for me
Gravel pit full of water and people
free
Splash…
ain’t it grand coldest deep No need to plan
clothes all dry, time to fly
Turn this broom around homeward bound
Roads are quiet
Look at me by your house
Lower than the trees Darker now
Clouds come in every window are lights on
TV screens…their shows are on!
House to house most families be sitting around
wall size TV’s some in hands
Slow down broom
By light Ole’ dad sitting in his chair
Book in hand children planted everywhere
Laughter, talking too
Mom standing at the sink doing dishes
I think
She’s smiling a grin
Family that’s a win win!
Which Witch are you
