Here is my Poetry about flying overseas for the first time:
Look out of the window,
See the ant-sized cars drive past,
I'm up high, high in the sky,
The sun brushes through the window,
And onto my face,
I look down at the Airport,
We are about to land,
The plane glided down to the ground,
Bump, Bump, Bump,
Amy has arrived,
I wonder what my next adventure will be?
This is my plan: