Jet Ways

My first flight on a jet was great.
When I first got to the airport
I saw thousands of jets, big jets,
and the seven forty seven
was the one that I then boarded.

There was a lot of room on board
with aisles one hundred feet wide.
I got to sit by the window
and when I looked down I became
dizzy, being three stories high.

Then the jet surged into the sky
and I waved goodbye to Pittsburgh.
When the jet finally leveled,
we were fifty miles above
the countryside, yet looking down
it was comical to see cows.

I was going to Chicago
since I was bound for the Navy.
At the Greats Lakes Training Center,
recruits get their basic training,
which lasts about thirty five weeks.

The service on the plane was good,
with the many stewardesses
giving us lots of different things.
But it seemed they were overworked
because they would run really fast
back and forth as they were serving.

I was enjoying my jet ride
and a couple of times the jet
rolled back and forth as if waving;
I'm pretty sure that the pilot
was waving to someone below.

After nine hours of flying
we finally got to O’Hare.
We taxied to the terminal.
Then a stealth bomber took off, and
I think I saw the space shuttle.


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Writer’s Cramp; September 25, 2011