Large iron bird, made of steel.
Fuel filled, locked and sealed.
Upon iron wings we soar above the clouds,
travel over land and sea for miles.
A wonderful trip you gave to me,
home is where I must be.
I sit back and wait.
Enough gadgets in front of me,
I imagine I am the co-pilot.
Telling us where we are,
where we are going and how long to get there.
Traveled so far, in this gullet of metal.
Heading for home with a pocket full of foreign change
and a mind full of sweet memories.
We sore together, upon iron wings,
a trip I will remember forever.
been several years since i was last on a plane...i am def thankful when they land safe...smiles...nice bit of appreciation for your horse...
ReplyDeleteAh - agree with Brian - but this is very charming - excited when one first gets on the plane, then wants it to be done! k.
ReplyDeleteSweet! I love plane travel. (But please forgive me if I point out that you mean 'soar', not 'sore'. Hate to think of you hurting up there, lol.)
ReplyDeleteThanks all! Thank you Rosemary, yes a typo, corrected!
ReplyDeleteYour gratitude expressed, not so subtle and sprinkled with an airy imagery.
ReplyDeletePleasant travels.
Cheers!
Welcome home! I really enjoyed this piece about the journey:)
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