What think you when hear a plane --
      hear a propeller's tortured whine?

Like thunder curled upon itself --
      the sound of power, pure and plain.

What think you when you see it there --
     a giant  afloat upon the wind?

Wind it makes beneath its wing
     to hold and move it in the air.

What think you see its grace, 
     sleek and silvered, swimming there?

Like levitation floating in the sea --
     the master of its place in space.

What think you of flight --
     configured height -- wondrous sight?

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