Night Flight Poem by Angela Wybrow

Late on Christmas Eve, a snowman and I
Soar across London, flying so high.
The air all about us feels really bitter;
At Crystal Palace, we see the transmitter.

We see our reflections in The Shard;
We see a train and wave to the Guard.
We see the Monument towering tall,
The Gherkin and the cathedral of St Paul's.

We see the God, Eros, at Piccadilly;
The snowman is fine, but I feel chilly.
We fly onwards towards the Millennium Wheel;
Flying across London is such a great thrill.

We see Tower Bridge spanning the river;
The cold night air is making my body shiver.
We then head north towards Camden Lock;
The people down below us get quite a shock!

We fly past all of the famous sights,
Shining silver in the pale moonlight.
The river shines like a silvery snake;
We fly in silence: no sound do we make.

At sunrise, it is time for us both to land;
We say goodbye, and we both shake hands.
Flying high across London, I really adored:
That night I will remember for evermore!