What is above all these chimneys, I asked the young lad,
The chimney sweep boy replied,
Why Sir, it's the sky which is sometimes so blue,
That when I look up and glance at the view,
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Ernestine, thank you for the nudge towards this beautiful poem. As Duncan said you gave the lad a voice which is wonderful. Top Marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. David
Ernestine just lovely you are so right they are a good subject to write about, there is so much in the past that people take for granted and just accept things as they were, without looking into why or how. Loved the poem. cheers Sylvie
You gave the little boy a voice Ernestine, what more could any one need, wonderfully written Love Duncan
Wow- What a wonderful write! The dream and aspiration of the young lad engaged in the work of cleaning chimney has been so eloquently expressed.Let me quote- 'What then do you wish for, I asked the young lad, With yearning, he slowly replied, I would love to be free and fly like the birds, Way up in the sky, and if I had the words, Write about how I'd feel like inside.'