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.