Flying Home
Well—here I am up in the air
The heart beats fast—a silent prayer!
Am I completely mad or am I sane
Sitting up here in this aeroplane?
I’ve often seen in my mind’s eye
These giant birds fly across the sky.
Look out the window and you’ll remember
The sun-drenched clouds when it’s December!
They say flying is safe, with planes well-designed -
It’s only the crashing that focuses the mind!
Are these jets modern or just very old crocks?
I’d feel safer if I could sit in the plane’s black box!
Is it worth all this worry to fly to distant places,
Searching for panic on the stewardesses’ faces?
Children wander round without any reservation -
Perhaps I just have too much imagination!
Sitting in this tube feels extremely confined,
When the seat in front has been fully reclined!
It’s not natural to be up at forty thousand feet
Pressed up in the corner of a window seat!
Turbulence can send you out of your wits
As the plane tries to shudder itself into bits!
Are the instructions for crashing really essential?
These flimsy seat-belts don’t look very substantial!
I must conquer all of these flying neuroses,
Stop worrying about having a deep vein thrombosis!
It’s safer than driving down a busy motorway,
No traffic jams up here to cause any delay!
We’ve had a splendid holiday with no upset,
Although UK weather was windy and wet!
It’s been a smooth journey on this jet aeroplane
But we’re back on solid ground at home in Spain!
Copyright © David Upton 2009 |
