Rising with the Sun

Rising With the Sun 
by Howard Eskildsen


The middle of the night 
Seems a strange time to arise 
To drive to the place 
Where more than time flies 

From security to concourse 
Then onto a plane 
With the thrust of jet engines 
We rise upward again 

The sun hugs the horizon 
As we leave the runway behind 
And it seems hard to imagine 
That there was ever a time 

When flight was but a dream 
And most doubted we could 
But a few must surely have known 
That someday we would 

Safe passage, my young friend.

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