'Little Plane In The Air' Poem by Linda Winchell

Little plane in the air,
doing your little swoopty, swoops!
Jetting through every cloud,
making holes with every swoopty, swoop!

Wings spread out wide
coming from your small plane sides.
And a nose with four blades that propel all.
Aren't you afraid with all that swooping made
that it might not cause you to fall?

Your engine seems to be singing
as you swoop the skies above!
I'm watching you play in the sky from the ground
wishing I was there with you, above.

How fun it must be for you
to fly close to the sun and God.
And then swoop to the earth, with one great burst!
Must feel strange, and to me quite odd?

I hope to see you one day again
in the skies above my home.
Swooping and diving like you do
wondering if you know your being watched from the ground?