Plane

Plane flying overhead,
Some monster thing.
Lights flashing far in front,
Tilted on the wing.

Un-believable...to me,
A phantom in the sky.
Sailing like a big, grey-bird,
Always flying high.

O, I can't imagine it,
Each and every part.
Flying up into the air,
Men have been...so smart.

Someone thought to work it out,
Some one had to pray.
Others had to turn the key,
That sent it on its way.

Hear the engine roaring,
Eyes are from a crowd.
Circling it goes forward,
High into a cloud.


E.P. 1908 - 1989