Aeroplanes Ply The Sky Poem by Paul Warren

Aeroplanes Ply The Sky



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

Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: flying
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Buried Alive 02 May 2017

Indeed you capture that airport feel perfectly. makes me feel like it's time to fly again - if I'm lucky to Australia

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Paul Warren

Paul Warren

ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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