Big Silver Bird
When I was young,
I loved to be seated in the window seat.
The thrill of seeing life below,
Become smaller and smaller, then disappear,
Like toys on a child’s play mat.
When I stepped to the door to enter,
I always stopped at the door,
And touched with my fingers spread,
The metal skin of this big machine,
That defied reason and indeed touched heaven.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Merry Christmas.
Love,
Becca~
hugs
fee
Edwin