Taking Flight

• Marnus Prinsloo, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2017

I remember back to 1903,
When some brothers made a plane,
To fly over the sea,
I remember back to when I was young,
I wanted to fly and touch the sun,
I felt the air spiralling around me,
My eyes were fixed on the ever growing cloud,
All I could feel was the sun hugging in its warmth,
I remember back to 1903,
When some brothers made a plane,
To fly over the sea.