I Illustrate Robots
Run, jump, slide, you land on the bird just in time!
Diving in, speed of light, all is ahead, ready let’s go!
Go where the wind takes you, fall in.
The atmosphere is rich with optimism, rich with life.
Look at me, I can fly, I can fly high in the sky, I soar over the cliffs, and near the sea, happy as can be!
"Come down now," they’ll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
"Come down now," but we’ll stay…
The path of least resistance, can sometimes be the most fun!
Flight is something we all take for granted, yet it is something we all dream of.
The boom, the rush forward and then, silence, the stillness in the air is like nothing else. You are flying my friends!
Where did he go?
Oh I dunno, he just blasted off!
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Wherever we are going, we are going up.
The spitfire, the name alone conjures up imagry of roaring fire spitting engines. You would be right.
The monent of near take off, the silence of air.
Fly high, launch into the sky
© Matt Q Spangler 2011–2014
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