Joy Flight

• Michael Currie, Grade 11, Pembroke School
• Poetry
• 2014

Excellence Award in the 'The Text Generation 2014' competition

Light as a feather, slicing through the sky.
Looks like good weather, should be a good night.
Outside the window, it's so cold and dry,
Inside the plane, it's so cosy but bright.

The fuselage moans like a dog in pain.
wheels are released and flaps are raised,
The spoilers stand up, like a horses mane,
the pilots work together in-sync and un-phased.

When we finally touchdown, reverse thrust is on,
The engines roll back, and the passengers clap.
We are slowing down, but the runway is almost gone,
Reaching the end, just a few meters back.

Cattle class exits is like 'Running of the Bulls',
open the locker, everything falls.