Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Dust in the Wind

Since a kid I have loved to fly,

To be in my small plane above,

The earth below, high in the sky,

Always a joy and marvel of

The wonders of the world to sense,

With the excitement to explore

All that every journey presents,

Always leaving me wanting more.

Of course I knew would end some time

My flights when death would come for me.

So as cremated remains I'm

Planning tossed from my plane to be.

One final journey I will spend

Flying high, my dust in the wind.