The Landing Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The Landing



The skies became overcast and turbulence tossed us about.
Some of the air travelers spilled beverages and shouted out.
The pilot announced we would reroute to avoid the disturbance.
Landing safely; raindrops fell quietly without fearful annoyance.

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Theresa Ann Moore

Theresa Ann Moore

Michigan, U.S.A.
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