Poetry from Joan Beebe

A New Year’s Purpose
 
At the start of the New Year,
 
My purpose is clear –
 
To fly a mighty jet through skies of blue,
 
I toss and turn as a storm approaches
 
I’m up and I’m down and sideways too.
 
But my struggle is a test
 
And my training prevails.
 
Once again all is calm
 
As I race through the skies
 
To a faraway home, where my heart and soul lie.     
 
But as I look at my soft, comfy bed,
 
I still dream of blue skies waiting for me.
 
There are no boundaries in that vast space
 
And my plane and I are flying free.
 
(dedicated to Kyle by Joan)

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