An Airport

This is my poem for the poetry competition


1. An Airport


I’m sitting in the airport, 

with sunshine in my head,

Friends and family around me.

We’re waiting for a flight,

A stop between two.

Sitting for hours, looking around,

On people who passes by.

Africans, asiats, black and white.

Listening to languages of every kind.

Do you think I’m bored? -I don’t think so.

Sitting in an airport, 

is the best thing I know!

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