Watch them fly, as a child, magic in flight,
Different sizes, many paper shapes.
When just a boy, when magic seemed so real,
In my desk there were stacks of paper airplanes,
Colored and ready for takeoff, imagination of a child.
They soared in the sky on a breezy, sun filled day,
I remember those times when i would run and play.
Up on a hill, standing there looking down,
My airplanes of paper ready to sail up high.
Paper airplanes in my time of youth,
I can almost feel it again, i can see it now.
Keith Garrett
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Brings back pleasant memories! 🙂
Some of those magical moments from childhood can reignite dreams even now. 🙂
Thanks so much
On Sat, May 10, 2014 at 12:51 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Love this!
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Wanted to be a pilot when I was little. Now, being color blind kinda bars me from my dream.
Jeanette Hall
Sorry and thanks again
On Sat, May 23, 2015 at 1:51 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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