The hawk rarely plummets from the sky
The ladybug’s ungainly body still can fly
We click the buckle and trust, that so will I.
Landing in a Storm
Pencilonmybackporch
Writing from home, school and travel
The hawk rarely plummets from the sky
The ladybug’s ungainly body still can fly
We click the buckle and trust, that so will I.
Pencilonmybackporch 
Fran, not much excites me more than travel and discovering new adventures. And as much as I’ve traveled, I still – – still – – still get a slightly what if feeling every time the wheels leave the ground. It’s exciting, but it’s also a little unnerving. I’m with you, friend. Gorgeous photo!
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Fran, I echo Kim’s comment. Your poem is gorgeous. I love the hawk and ladybug imagery and the implications about faith both in nature and in engineering each line implies.
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You got so much from my three lines! Thank you for such a thoughtful read and perceptive comment, Glenda.
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That photo-!! And those lines – first, I love hawks; they are such solid, capable, graceful birds. I could hear that buckle click and feel the breaths…
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YES! Flight itself seems to be a miracle of nature, and the fact that we can put those enormous tubes of metal up in the air will endlessly be amazing to me.
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