M. Linda Steffey

Poetry by M. Linda Steffey

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Poetry by M. Linda Steffey

My Dad is a pilot
He flies the skyways bold
He took me up flying
When I was four years old,
The plane taxied like a car
I sat in back with Mom..
It rolled down the runway
I sat there real calm;

It lifted off the runway
Then we were in the air
My Mom said, "Look below!"
All I could do was stare!
The world and all below us
Was tiny as could be
But then my Dad banked the plane
And upset my poor tummy....

My Mom held me tightly
The world tilted, too, it seemed
My Mom said, "This is FUN!"
All I could do was scream!
My Sister flew the plane next
She flew it fine and straight...
But I was ready to land it
In fact I couldn't wait!....

My Dad took control again
The plane began to lean
My Mom and Sister laughed
Once again..."I screamed!"...
He straightened out the wings
And landed like he should
The wheels touched the runway
All I could say was, "Good!"

We taxied to the hanger
I laughed out loud and then
I told my Dad, "That's fun!...
Let's do it over again!!"...

(c) M. Linda Steffey 1978