Singapore Airlines do us proud
Serving such a lively crowd
The Airbus bulges – each place taken
The captain’s voice full of elation.
The hostesses are pert and sweet
Their slim forms guide us to our seat
We leave cold London sans regret
Cut off for once from Internet.
The film and audio choice is vast
The Flight Path shows we travel fast.
Crossing continents one more time;
Above the clouds, the world seems fine -
As droughts, tsunamis, floods and wars
Seem unreal as the Airbus soars.
Twelve hours confined in cramped conditions
The price to pay for family missions.
We touch down briefly - Singapore
And bathe in humid heat once more
Europe now seems far behind
In seven hours Australia’s mine!
(c) Poet in the woods 2013