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Paper Airplanes

September hues of school day smiles and bran new leather bags 
creative minds as young as baby figs with eager hearts of lore   
My days were full with mischief makers and bragging scalawags 
but as the evening fell it was dad and I and paper planes galore

Lined creased papers pressed against father's smoky fingers strong 
a wide tooth grin that said it all, while folding them in Ludwig style
Symmetrical wings shaped at the edge to fly through standby throng      
inside a backyard airfield 16x24, .. we launched then bridged a mile

One was  shaped like a prayer mantis one was fashioned like a jet  
homework waited as we glided through a glide-path then a runway
Aerobatic landings that were much more thrilling, then a Lego set 
oh the wanders of those days when we both knew, how to play.   

August 13, 2022 
Sponsor	John lawless
Contest Name	PAPER AIRPLANES

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Linda Alice Fowler August 19, 2022 at 10:47 AM I love this nostalgic write Vie. A great entry for the contest! Linda

Beryl Edmonds August 14, 2022 at 3:01 PM A lovely childhood made wonderful by having a loving dad, something sadly some never had. I was one of five sisters and we used to make paper dolls that pulled out like a streamer. Paper airplanes would have been fun. Enjoyed the read, Belle Mystic Rose Rose August 14, 2022 at 3:28 PM sorry to hear you missed out on the dad part, but you probably had sisters, and together you made memories, I recall sis and I playing with paper dolls, those were the good old days, thanks for stopping by Ma Belle

Vladislav Raven August 14, 2022 at 7:36 AM Hi Vienna, I have to admit, I do love reading these memories. I used to love making paper aeroplanes but mine had the awful way of crash and burn. You did take me back and I loved the childhood visits. I always found it strange that my planes flew better inside than outside. That's me I suppose. Love and Hugs always ..... Mike. XX Has to be a childhood fave. Mystic Rose Rose August 14, 2022 at 3:28 PM Those days of innocence, creativity and family bonding, are the the very things we go back to today as we grow old we smile at the moments that made us who we are today, thanks for the visit dear friend

Harry Horsman August 13, 2022 at 7:29 PM My paper planes, use to flutter like a butterfly, and never as smooth as your poetry, dearest Vie. Mystic Rose Rose August 13, 2022 at 7:49 PM Along the years my bro and I made so many of them, some worked better than others, but they were all so fun to make and play with, thanks for reading Harry, :)

White Wolf August 13, 2022 at 5:58 PM Love hearing your voice. I really like this one. All the best for the contest Mystic Rose Rose August 13, 2022 at 5:59 PM Thank you dear friend, so delighted you liked it, my dad was a special man, I still think of him each day with love in my heart, thanks for reading and listening.

Robert Gorelick August 13, 2022 at 5:47 PM Paper airplanes, a quaint childhood touchstone for us all. Charming, your father joining in. Set a warm engaging tone. Good luck, Robert! Mystic Rose Rose August 13, 2022 at 5:59 PM My dad used to love to share with us many dreams and things, his favorite was showing us the stars of heaven at night and naming them one by one, thanks for reading Robert.

Terrell Martin August 13, 2022 at 12:45 PM Rose, thanks for the "Happy Trails" down memory lane again. Not only does this remind me of flying paper airplanes but rubber-band airplanes, small engine airplanes with tether strings before radio controls and rockets with parachutes. Thanks for such an "Uplifting" poem. Mystic Rose Rose August 13, 2022 at 5:58 PM Back then we made our own fun, and we were much more creative when it came to making our own toys, thank you for reading my poem Terrell.

Michael Tor August 13, 2022 at 12:44 PM So nicely written Vie. I love the images you shared taking me back through the eyes of a child Vie. Greatly enjoyed... Mystic Rose Rose August 13, 2022 at 5:57 PM Those were days of joy and fatherly love, days when life was much simpler, thank you for reading my poem Michael.

Silent One August 13, 2022 at 10:02 AM Love the title and theme of this.. You always write the most wonderful poems.. Mystic Rose Rose August 13, 2022 at 11:14 AM Such a joy to hear from you, glad you enjoyed the poem silent beauty !

JC Brul August 13, 2022 at 8:28 AM This brilliant poems brought tears to my eyes remembering the years gone by…the nostalgic childhood moments…Thank you for sharing this Mystic. I’m gonna FAVe this. Mystic Rose Rose August 13, 2022 at 8:56 AM Dear J, I have so many great memories of my dad, too many too name, glad you connected to it, thank you for reading.

Terry Miller August 13, 2022 at 7:59 AM This is a wonderful poem and bought back many fond memories of myself and my father indulging in such activities; well done, and the very best of luck in the contest. Mystic Rose Rose August 13, 2022 at 8:56 AM I have so many fond memories of dad, glad this poem touched your heart and memory, thanks for reading T,

Victor Buhagiar August 13, 2022 at 7:25 AM Unfortunately I was never allowed to play much. Study was the order of the day. And it got me now really depite finishing University. Hugs. Mystic Rose Rose August 13, 2022 at 8:55 AM this happens often Victor, Europeans make us grow up so fast, still I had a French mom who balanced things out lol

Valsa George August 13, 2022 at 4:13 AM This is such a beautiful entry for the contest. A child's busy day is neatly presented clubbing school hours, home work and play ! The father knows that all work and no play will make Jack a dull boy. So he helps his son enjoy flying paper planes. I like the plane shaped like a praying mantis. I remember playing with such paper planes as a child! Mystic Rose Rose August 13, 2022 at 8:55 AM my father taught us very young how to be imaginative and constructive. Thanks for reading Valsa