FLYING HIGH
Cotton wool clouds
Sun glinting on wing
What freedom I feel
As I fly over the land
Lying far, far below
A patchwork quilt
of field and woodland
river and shore
What freedom I feel
As I soar, soar, soar.
(Judith Ann Pounder 2001)
Join me now on my journeys in the skies over the East Midlands.
Fasten your seat belts, click on the little plane below and
your journey will begin.
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