'Flying' abroad

A children's fantasy poem about going on holiday with day !

How I got to fly   ... by Bri... ( a poem for children)

Holiday time is here again ,

Flying off to Majorca by aeroplane.

BUT ! Dad is calling  us all together

To give us all wings

Stuck on feather by feather !

Startled, I began to ask why.

 “Don’t worry,” says dad, “we’re going to fly”

“ Fly, yes, but not with these wings..

How can I take my suitcase and things?”

“ Never mind, just follow me.

It’s easy, I’ve practised. You’ll soon see!”

One, two , three and away we go,

Jane holding my shoulders, Daniel my toe!

Higher and higher we start  to soar.

There’s simply no stopping us,

Once through the door.

“ Aaggghhh...” I groan , “ I’m not sure I like it.

Can’t we   catch a train, dad, or bus or hike it?”

“It’s alright now Jamie, don’t get in a flap.

I’ve taken the trouble to bring a good map”

So over the trees and mountain top

Over the seas ,too late to stop.

Faster and faster ,

 we travel  along

And to keep ourselves happy ,

we all sing a song,

“ I’m walking in the Air “,

Seems about right.

Then I remember I’m scared of height.

‘Don’t look down,’

I keep on saying,

I think it’s time I started praying.

‘Wish I was home,

watching  Match of The Day.

If only I could fly the other way.’

Then all of a sudden a storm appears,

But only serves to  increase my fears.

Then   as we approach the terrible beast ,

The wind suddenly changes,

from west to east.

We turn to go back the way we came,

And the birds flying with us all do the same.

‘Hoorah’, I shout,

We’re homeward bound,

Dad trailing behind   ‘

Not making a sound!

With the wind in our sails,

We’re home very soon,

And land in the garden

By the light of the moon.

‘Where have you been ?’

Mum says to us all.

‘Why didn’t you answer,

When I gave you a call?’

And what’s that you’re wearing,

You look like a bird?’

Dad’s face now a picture,

He looks like a nerd.

‘Kids , go upstairs and watch tv,

While I talk to your mother

On the settee.’

So off we  go

But I  fall on the bed,

And dream I’m not flying

But  swimming instead.

 

 

Author's Note

Not having written much poetry before I felt I started out OK but felt the ending & 'twist'
a bit tame . Comments or suggestions welcome.