I've only flown once,
Into the open air.
A Cesna it was,
Small and mighty.
The owner and pilot,
A friend to my aunt,
Handed over the controls as I soared over the land.
We flew to my city
And right over my house.
The cars seemed so small,
Like the ones I used to enjoy.
I went up with a smile,
And landed with one too.
My first plane ride,
Was the thrill of my life.
We flew over water and right over trees,
We saw the road and we saw the farms.
We watched the sun,
Where I saw different than ever before.
The view from above,
Was so beautiful,
That words cannot thoroughly describe what I saw.
Author notes
I wrote this on the Freewrite section under Flying.
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Standing on the clouds looking down
It must be truly beautiful I often thought of it that way as lounging on a cloud and looking back at the earth . Sounds like this memory will be treasured forever
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I like your words. I have read your other poetry too. I like the knowledge you express. It's real and gives you a feeling of being there. Good Job!
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Easy to read and understand these sentiments you have written about flying - what a wonderful time this must have been. Have been a passenger in a four seater before and when it hit rough weather, that feeling one gets in the pit of their stomach is awful scary. Liked the ending - words cannot express what you saw.
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