Up Poem by Nate Carter

Little man full of life, full of wonder and love;
Excited to touch the white clouds above.

Away from the gate, we softly proceed;
Young eyes in amazement, long for more speed.

To the runway we go, it doesn't take long;
'Til the white clouds beneath us, are basking in sun.

'How high are we daddy, are we in the sky? '
'Yes we are Buddy, your learning to fly! '

A countenance of wonder, so fresh and so pure;
Like we all felt once, decades before.

Time has a way of sullying one's face;
But one look at my boy, and I know God's grace.