As the plane flies over the blue sea,

Suddenly, you see land and rivers and a patchwork of fields;

As the plane swoops down to land,

Small as an ant, you see people and farmland;

The plane lands and there’s excitement in the air,

There’s a stampede to exit the stair;

As you exit the aircraft, the smells envelop you,

Gathering you in their warm and humid hands;

That’s when you take a warm breath in the crowded aerodrome,

And you know….you’ve reached…. home!


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