When I was a teen
And my parents drove with me
To Brooklyn
I used to sit in the back
Staring at the sky
Counting planes
Also with each passing one
Lower and lower
I'd memorize the airline
By the tail markings alone
The highest number I reached
In one day was 126
Big planes
Small planes
Didn't matter
I would count them
One by one as they appeared before me
In the vast openness above
I love planes
The bigger the better
Today while driving past
JFK airport
On my way to Brooklyn yet again
I saw an A380
Come in for a landing
It's the biggest in the world
Has 2 floors
Can seat up to 500 people
It's a behemoth in the sky
And it's on my bucket list to fly someday
But planes themselves aren't the only ones
That intrigue me
Airports
The taking off and landing of the aircraft
I can stand there for hours just observing
Perhaps it's hereditary
For my father worked as an engineer
On many airfields around the world
Though I'm an adult now
And do not spend my time
Counting planes
That little hobby of mine
Still brings a smile to my face
When thought of
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Walking Forward to the Beginning (Book 5)
PoetryStarting August 2nd, 2016 until September 3, 2018......these poems will be describing the onward journey in remission as well as how I continue walking forward to the beginning.....after all, only from the past can you grow in strength to face the f...
