Airplane

I press on the starter,
The propeller whirls around
My airplane and I
Brush over the ground.
I lift from the field,
The motor roars out loud,
Far below is the earth,
Above me a bright cloud.
I dip and I drop
I swoop and I rise–
Oh, it’s fun to be flying Way up in the skies!

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