The Fun Of Flying
by Agnes Clarke
From forceful hands the Frisbee flies each distance longer than last
Beating out its rhythmic gale above the shivering grass
Spinning around in circles each rotation brings a glow
Like the helicopter hovers with blades turning sweeping low
Suddenly across the wide blue yonder streaks of pearly white
Silver ships with wings outspread in onward propulsive flight
Gliding floating suspended above in nothingness within his sight
The little boy watches heavenward in rapturous imaginative delight
In dreams his blonde head tosses with snatches of that blue sky
Driving in the pilot’s seat where instruments light and shine
Dressed with cap and uniform headphones and radio mike
Pent up thoughts collected in coloured mind throughout the night
Past the moon and glittering stars with swishing tailwind behind
On above the Milky Way to Lands in space unknown he’d find
Seated in regal glory this chariot of speed would light the night
Gloved hands twisting gently sensors lit up shining purple bright
Crashing falling into darkness the controls their own path take
Spinning with ferocity at arm’s length away into nothingness it shakes
Downward with a bump this pilot with relief alive but trapped
Upon the floor he smiles to find within the bedclothes he is wrapped
Writers Bio
I have been writing poetry for quite a few years
I enjoy the challenge of creating my verse especially from pictures
I live in Lisburn N Ireland and have been married to John for 52 years
I am a retired housewife and grandmother to Jacob and Jesse
Inspirational Image

Pieces Inspired by this Image
'Under Her Wing'
by Ethan Hedman
'Toy Airplane'
by JD DeHart DeHart
'I was Always Afraid Of Rabbits'
by Lynn White