Board the Airplane
R-ise of the morning sun
H-as begun Thursday;
I-t's twenty-third February,
N-ight chill fades
A-way.
M-ist, haze, and fog
A-re all nowhere in sight;
R-unning out of warmth,
Q-uest for the ray of light.
U-nderneath the blue sky,
E-arly sunshine sweeps the rain;
Z-enith awaits the beacon, as you will board the airplane.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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