Poem: Watching the Air

May 20th, 2006

Two spectators enjoying the day –
A beautiful sun and gentle breeze,
Both watching the planes
Coming in and out.
We want so badly to be up there too,
But I’m on the ground and
His wings are too small.
So we’re sitting and watching,
Content to be landlocked with the sky high above.
I sing out a song
His chirps fill the air –
Both grateful to be alive
And listening to Brandenburg play from my car.
Someday we’ll both get our wings.

Sarah ><>

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