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The Flight******part 1

Concourse "C" Part 1 Arms gone limp legs completely numb My ligaments are stinging heads beating like a drum After flying on an Airbus thirty two thousand feet I needed to walk, stretch my joints all trip my knees jammed against that seat A pesky child screaming intentionally stinging, piercing my ears. Turbulence rocks the cabin I thought my end was near. Finally!! I arrive in Miami. I had to catch a connecting flight towards my final destination JFK!! Arriving eighty fifty four that night. I need information, shoving through a sea of tourists I find the information screens Pointing me to concourse "C" Jared Pickett 1/18/06 Asavvy1

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James Fraser

Date: 10/10/2009 10:33:00 AM

Kool description of flying Jared, it can be like this, not always tho - >> James

P Sheart

Date: 10/9/2009 7:50:00 AM

Hi Jared, you describe perfectly what flying is like, sigh. We pay more and get less and less. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing and for your most welcome comments. Have a inspiring weekend! Take care, Love Light Truth Patty

John Freeman

Date: 10/8/2009 6:50:00 PM

I never been much on flying Jared, and the obstacles you face to do so, is not my cup of tea. Your Libre here reminds me of all the reasons not to fly. Smile, Good write, Sincerely Moses

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 10/8/2009 3:02:00 PM

i love flying whatever..pickingof the ears,child screaming.. anywhere,anytime i love to fly.. and if i die flying ,i die happy,thanks for the journey..i have to go to Miami and all parts of usa,one day i will..and dont be scared just feel free to fly high--:)Charma

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 10/8/2009 2:14:00 PM

nicley written, thanks for your comments on my works.

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 10/8/2009 1:04:00 PM

Jared, you have pinpointed MANY of the reasons people hate flying. Crunched up in seats with no room for legs (and mine are not long), connecting flights in out-of-the-way places and children who express their displeasure throughout the entire flight. Given the cost of airfare and the complications you describe so well, I'd rather use a hang glider. If I die, at least I'll be at peace. Awesome poem, Jared! Love, Carolyn

Brian Strand

Date: 10/7/2009 12:12:00 AM

Like all good writers you have left us wanting more. Jared.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments today

Carrie Richards

Date: 10/6/2009 7:44:00 AM

You have taken us with you....felt as if we were there! Great descriptions!!