PAPER AIRPLANES


  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 take-off, Imagination of a child.


  They soared to the sky on a breezy, sunfilled, 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