Walking Along The Footpath
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Shelley Parkinson, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2008
Walking along the footpath,
I recieved a great suprise.
Three small jetplanes,
Changed before my eyes.
Their sturdy metal wings,
And long gleaming tail.
Transformed into feathers,
Creamy and pale.
Their narrow noses,
To a golden beak.
And from the bottom,
Sprouted two small feet.
They dived and swooped,
And with a gentle sway,
Took to the skys,
With me nothing to say.