Man's Flight

Flying over the mountains Soaring over the valleys The airplane keeps moving At thirty thousand feet. I sit quietly in comfort Reading a book of verse Munching a snack served Looking out the window. The pilot in the cockpit Monitors the controls Making this long journey A joyride for one and all. It was over a century ago Wright brothers were right In foreseeing the future Of air paths for travel. No roads need to be laid Only airports for handling People, takeoff and landing Reliable aircraft created. World has shrunk to a small Sphere that can be covered in Just hours, not days anymore As birds envy man's flight.