HOBNOBBING WITH THE FIRMAMENT
Barns and houses—little town,
Smiling at you, looking down.
Another twist and there you view
The sprawling world out under you,
All right-side-up and in its place—
The play-ground of the human race—
Those insects whom you left to creep
And work and laugh and eat and sleep.
Perspectives do get twisted quite
In making one's initial flight!
Smiling at you, looking down.
Another twist and there you view
The sprawling world out under you,
All right-side-up and in its place—
The play-ground of the human race—
Those insects whom you left to creep
And work and laugh and eat and sleep.
Perspectives do get twisted quite
In making one's initial flight!
But swift! Low bridge! She mounts the loop!
You meet the onslaught with a stoop,
And with her upward-moving course,
You're shoved against her with such force,
That little seat you're sticking to
Seems fairly crushing into you.
Then just as quickly, all has ceased,
The sudden impact is released,
You clutch to keep from dropping now,
You clutch and wonder—marvel how
She slowly crawls across the top,
She almost stalls—you think she'll stop!
You wonder just how long 'twould take
To make that trip should something break
Or slip,
Or should you loose your grip—
You meet the onslaught with a stoop,
And with her upward-moving course,
You're shoved against her with such force,
That little seat you're sticking to
Seems fairly crushing into you.
Then just as quickly, all has ceased,
The sudden impact is released,
You clutch to keep from dropping now,
You clutch and wonder—marvel how
She slowly crawls across the top,
She almost stalls—you think she'll stop!
You wonder just how long 'twould take
To make that trip should something break
Or slip,
Or should you loose your grip—
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