Fasten your seat belts; hold tight to your seat.

We’re now on the runway; suck hard on your sweet.

    The engine is roaring, the plane now vibrates,

    Then we speed down the runway.  The feeling is great!

 

We feel the plane’s wheels lift away from the ground

And we’re fast moving skywards and holiday-bound.

      So we say our farewells to the world left behind

      As we look down on rooftops.  Goodbye to mankind.

 

From high in the air, see dolls’ houses below

And the small patchwork fields put on a good show.

     The picture’s now changed; we’re flying through cloud

     And our aeroplane now is enrapt in its shroud.

 

We're through that white blanket into heavenly blue.

Below are cloud-snowfields we’ve just travelled through.

     Our world and its problems take on a new face

     And both seem diminished when pondered in space.

    

Unfasten the seat belts.  Now what can I read?

From up here you can hardly imagine our speed!

    Oh here comes the trolley with coffee and beer

    And, with four hours to get through . . . . . 

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