Poetry fun.

As I was driving past the small airport at Borrego Springs, a small plane was taking off.  This popped into my head…..

Cessna taking off

Run run run run run run
Run run run run flap run
Run run run flap run run
run run flap run run run
Flap run run flap run flap
run flap run flap flap run
run flap flap run flap flap
flap run flap flap flap run
flap flap flap flap run flap
flap flap flap flap flap run
flap flap flap flap flap
flapflapflapflapflapflapflap
flapflapflapflapflapflapflap
flap  flap   flap    flap     flap
flap      flap         flap
whhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

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2 thoughts on “Poetry fun.

  1. I laughed! My father loved flying to his dying day. At his funeral there was a large glass window behind the preacher. There was a bird flying back and forth through the whole sermon! I smiled. I think it was a sign from my father that he was doing what he loved.

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