My heart leaps up when I behold
Midway through their lunch
the children hear a roaring
and in a pied-piper rush
hurry pell-mell towards the rumble.
Low it soars.
“Aeroplane, Aeroplane”,
they exclaim, jumping
with joy.
Thrilled, they follow
the flight to as far as able.
Brief it is,
yet their excitement flows through
eyes beaming with glee,
clapping hands, whistling and cheering.
Infectious, their elation
that lingers in the buoyant lunchroom
as the energized children gobble
to beat the bell that rings
after the clock soon strikes one,
and finds the aeroplane has flown far and away.
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