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.)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment