Sky Diving Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Falling fast - earth coming closer than anyone would expect.
Sudden pulling up of my whole body as the parachute flies out and up.
Thankful for seeing silken red and white above my head, I pull on the toggle lines and enjoy the ride.
Rush of air all around - jumpsuit flapping in the breeze - feet feeling nothing underneath them.
Drop zone just below signals an end of another joy-filled - frightening - ecstatic ride through freedom's skies.
After landing, looking up - anticipating the next jump with scary excitement - full of life.