[Poetry] Flying High
Flying high
We sat in our seats and buckled up
as the plane prepared to fly.
Tables stowed, seats upright
we were off an up in the sky.
The ground fell away far below
a little make-believe town.
Tiny houses, trees and cars
goin down, and down and down.
This must be how birds feel
soaring high above.
When I come back the next time
I want to be a dove.
Aideen Donohue 2020
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