by Karla Kuskin
I think I could walk
through the simmering sand
if I held your hand.
I think I could swim
the skin-shivering sea
if you would accompany me.
And run on ragged, windy heights,
climb rugged rocks
and walk on air:
I think I could do anything at all,
if you were there.
from America At War selected by Lee Bennett Hopkins, 2008, Simon & Schuster
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