Holding Jamie's Hand

Skipping through the treetops,
Holding Jamie's hand,
Soaring o'er the valleys,
Mountain-tops, and sand

Whether I'm in Paris,
Calcutta, Spain, or Rome,
Hearing little children sing
Far away from home

When all around me beckons
From windswept sea and land,
Though filled with glee, I'd rather be
Holding Jamie's hand.

Don't ask. Really. The first stanza of this just …CAME… to me this evening, and I had to write the rest, or my muse was going to get very upset with me. Not a pleasant thing. Anyway, I hope you like it; I think it's better than the other junk I've written on this site. Maybe this means my style as a writer is improving. *Clasps hands hopefully* Please give me feedback; I'd love to hear what you think! Any comments and/or constructive criticism are greatly appreciated.