At ground level.
I am fine.
still waiting for take off.
there outside
Washing down the plane
Warm water to take away the frost.
Loud voice comes on
Taking to the sky soon.
Seat belts ready in use.
now's the time
engines in a roar
Speed is mounting up.
Off into the wild blue yonder
Destined to a new charted place
where I have never ever been before
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Richard Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up