The old airplane factory




To see the old airplane factory
Is to see the world.
Planes of every color.
Of every country.
Sonja Henie smiles
From the tail of Norweigan Air.
The dark blue waters
And infinite sands
Paint the body of Saudi Arabia.
Some planes bear smiles.
Some as black as night.
An Antonov flies in
From far off Russia,
A reminders when things
Were far more cold and icy.
In the summer
The old fighters take flight
To remind us of how our forefathers
Must have had nerves of steel.
It’s a world beyond space
A world beyond time
Where flight retains
Its childlike awe.


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