737

                    737.

  Upon these clouds I rest my wings, through windswept skies the angels sing. With peering eyes that glare through rows of glass, with oohs and ahh’s of wondrous things.
  The chairs all in rows, the tickets we pass, we take flight all us birds to save us on gas. Some will fly here, some will flock there, but all of them together, non will be last.
  Tether not my wings you captains of care, destinations we make bring us both there. Take flight my dreams your closer I dare, mile high soaring with no time to spare.
    When finally at last we finally touch down, the tires they screech they do make that sound. And a big silver bird that dropped out of the heavens, at last safe on the ground off that seven thirty seven.
    
By GWRoggenbuck