Airplanes transport people
to wherever they may go,
and balloons will go up high
whenever you let go.
Jets are fun to speed in
when you’re looking down,
and skydiving feels so wonderful
as you look around.
The only thing about
these pleasures in the sky,
eventually you have to land
until you once again fly.

9-24-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. By brother Charlie challenged me to write this poem.