Flying just above the trees
I can see sails luffing in the gentle breeze,
dinky toy cars on highway one,
house windows sparkle in the rising sun.
Gravel pit is a child’s sand box,
Mount Richardson just a great pile of rocks,
tide is out in Davis Bay.
It’s worth whatever I have to pay
A peaceful, quiet way to go –
forget BC Ferries
I’d rather fly low.
©2016 Sharron R. McMillan