Plane Poem by Mark Horsfall

Today I saw a plane up high,
Drifting through a cloudless sky,
I smiled as it drifted by,
And thought of happy times.

As the plane left my view,
I laid back in the grass,
I thought a thought of things I knew,
Reflecting on the past.

A time when things were different,
With no planes in the sky,
The only things that you’d see fly,
Were birds and bugs and kites.

A time when life moved slower,
When there were no rats to race,
I longed to go back one day,
To that very special place.