Walking Along The Footpath

• Shelley Parkinson, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 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.