Tuesday, July 27, 2010

07.27.10 | Amelia Earhart

To delve into a sea of blue
And not get wet
But still feel the exhilaration—
Now, that is the magic
Of flying.

To hear the sound of wings
And imagine
I am a bird, whisp'ring
To the people and trees
That swish by,

I am victim
To the lure of flying;
I am a hobo of the air.

(Note: the last line is a quote by Earhart herself.)