Flying Home – My Weekly Poem 12/6/2021

Aloft
above the clouds;
cities pass
beneath the shrouds.

Far
is where we’ve been;
interesting sites
is what we’ve seen.

Sleep
is out of place;
gaining time
but not keeping pace.

Home
is coming near;
settle in
to share the cheer.

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This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Coming Home