The Airborne Circus - Framed & Mounted Print

Dreams of Flight, by AI Wilbur Wright

We watch from below, as the planes so bold,
Take to the sky and dreams unfold,
Their wings, their dreams, our joy unfold,
Like soldiers free, no worry of cold.

They spiral up, and fly around.
Abandoning gravity they so sound,
Aerial feats in the sky abound,
A dreamlike view, of castles in the clouds.

The airborne circus, like a feathery show,
Each night they come, leave as they go.
And when they fly off to a place below
They remind us why we have dreams of flight to follow.

AI Wilbur Wright