Flying

I wish I did not have to fly
In aeroplanes up in the sky
I'm frightened I will crash and die.

There is no logic to this fear
A hundred times I fly each year
I guess that in my head I'm queer.

I've got more chance, so it's been said
Of dying, sleeping in my bed
Or from a blood clot in my head.

But still, each time I'm in a plane
I know, when over France or Spain
I should have gone by ship or train.

Or bus or bike. I would not care
How long it takes me to get there
So long as it is not by air.

©B.Langley 27/3/00