As you make your way to the airport - try these poems!
Ever sat at your desk and thought: ''if only I could arise and go now!'? Try this poem by Amy Lowell for size... One of he things I love about this poem is that it is simple and accessible but speaks to a common human reaction. Who hasn't looked up at the sky and wondered where the planes were heading to? For anyone in Hong Kong who dreams of exotic breaks, I refer to you McDull's trip to the Maldives; adventure is in the heart not in the eye. Amy Lowell - An aeroplane An aeroplane, an aeroplane Oh, how it hums in the sunny breeze With silver wings and a silver tail And silver shining on its nose. It looks like a bird or a dragonfly, But it isn't, it is a flying machine. It flies so high that it is lost to sight, And then it comes back, and we see it again. Who is in it? Who is it? Where does it go? Will it fly off to the ends of the sky And leave us forever and ever behind? I wish I were in it, I wish I were...