Fantasy Flight
The yonder blue hills from the hazy horizon
cascaded gently down the alluring landscape,
carving the contours of the charming hamlet,
where my endearing home was once cradled.
The pristine panorama of clouds sliding silently
across the curved canvas of the cerulean sky,
where my childhood joy soared to great height
with the colorful paper airplanes I loved to fly.
The wide-winged paper airplanes soared high
in uncharted winding flight with birds in the sky.
As they nose-dived to land in a faraway field,
I jumped in delight with the arms thrown up.
On these I deemed I flew to distant dreamland
with exploring mind filled with teenage fantasy.
The planes disappeared with the tide of time,
but in lonely hours they fly the childhood to me.
On some sunny days in scented air of spring,
I still fly paper airplanes in the blue sky bright,
and before the sun sets at the end of my time,
I try to reach the dreamland I am yet to find.
I marvel at my residual aviation skill not lost,
and wish I could fly my life on paper airplanes,
as I did with my imagination in my childhood,
never letting the child hidden within leave me.
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August 19, 2022
Contest : Paper Airplanes
Sponsored by : John Lawless
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