Aeroplanes Ply The Sky Poem by Paul Warren

Aeroplanes ply the skies
Through cloud and over mountains high
Be at the airport at your time
Then at the gate in the line

Food shops and coffee handy close
Waiting will bide the time the most
Then we walk to the plane
Nearly there is our refrain

Find your seat and settle down
The aeroplane will leave the ground
Read your book or study the crowd
Then you land and leave walking proud.

© Paul Warren Poetry