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One Wish

She sat all alone in an orchard, With little blue bows in her hair, And gazed through the tears falling softly, On the arms of her tiny wheelchair.

A little canary sang sweetly, On the branch of an old apple tree, She spoke in almost a whisper, "Won't you please trade places with me?"

"Oh, just for today little fellow, So that I may see, What it would be like to be flying, Singing, happy, and free."

"For you see, I get lonely and tired, The friends I have are so few, But I know I'd have friends little fellow, If I could trade places with you."

"Just for today, little fellow, Then I'd return to my chair, And I'd cherish my wonderful memories, And no more would I shed a tear."

"Oh, I'd be ever so thankful, And I'd never complain again." Then, sadly she glanced at her wheelchair, And all hope of her wish, there did end. Jeannette E. Smith January 10, 1979