(written June 12, 2012 with editing input by H.L. Snead)
Up above the world I hang,
suspended in the air,
Peeking out the window
at all the colors there:
Checkered fields like calico cats
and floating cotton balls,
wisps of cloud like mermaid’s hair
I see from within these airplane walls.
Winding rivers and county roads
act as serpents and lazy snakes;
herds of hippos, white and soft,
vanish from their fluffy lakes.
Trees are stippled by His hand,
for this is His own magical land!
thewayofredemption 
HS
/ June 18, 2012Well I really enjoyed this poem, such original work is hard to come by…keep up the work AJ!