I had waited years for this day.
Watching the sky since I was a kid.
Dreaming of flying up there
with all the pilots
and cutting the clouds in half,
sitting in the beautiful,
powerful machine.
This day is all mine.
Today I will be one of them,
of that dreamy pilots,
brave and fearless bird.
I shall never be afraid,
for sky is my meadow,
where I belong.
This post was written for FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #18 – 2016 | It’s All in Finding the Right Words
“Sky is my meadow…” What a beautiful line! I’ve never flown as a pilot, but this sounds like something they’d understand very well. Lovely poem!
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It’s so nice that his dream has come true and he will get the opportunity to actually feel what he has imagined for so long. Wonderful poem.
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Couldn’t agree with Amy more – ‘the sky is my meadow’ – what a cracking line and image! A very lovely poem full of yearning and great imagery – nicely done
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