Finger twirls the little propeller
large hand under plastic belly,
small eyes trail oceans wide
where fairy tale lands await;
Tiny pilot reaches out,
are we ever old enough
to follow dreams, destinies,
driven by lust and greed?
Taking back seat to this duo,
a baby boy innocently sits;
eyes wide open, reaches out,
to lands larger than life!
Tiny pilot cries and grabs,
never outgrows until born again
as a large hand in Heaven waits
to reach out to hearts wide open.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt (Flight) by Sandygram.
600 points, ended October 22, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Yes the innocence of childhood is sometimes soon dashed by life's reality. I like how you leave on a positive note and show there is always hope.
Thank you for entering this poem in my contest. This was a pleasure to read this morning. Best of luck in my contest. Take care, Sandy
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