Passing By :: mollysue :: Original Poetry

Passing By
We look up

Into the sky and

Watch the planes fly by

Where are they going?

Far far away from here

How many people fit in a plane?

Hundreds is what they say

Have you ever been on a plane?

Not in a long time

What's it like?

Well the first part's the scary part

But once your way up high

You get to look out the window

And let me tell you

The view

Incredible

Will you take me on an airplane soon?

I'd like to

But we have to stay down here for now

We watch 'til the sun goes down

Then we go inside and just like that

Another evening goes by