Amelia Earhart
Fairground rides throughout the sun filled day,
brought three children home, bored and wanting to recreate roller coaster play.
Plans drawn for a track built from lumber found,
hammering and sawing trying to not make a sound.
“Meelie” inspired teamwork, anticipation vibrations did flow
two by fours through the cellar window, take it slow.
A kitchen chair, giggles and more
hard work accompanied the building of a wood track floor.
Uncle Otis loaned his expertise and advice
long nails and a roof attachment, did suffice.
A pail of lard, snuck from the kitchen to grease the track
Only a seat and volunteer rider did the coaster lack.
A wooden crate carefully held at roof top edge
No chickening out, bravery found in crate filled ledge.
“Meelie” climbed inside, trusting that all would go as planned and for the best,
a release with legs pushed up against her chest.
Splintering wood and speedy decline
sent “Meelie” careening….not so perfect coaster design
Flight occurred, torn dress and bruised lip
“Let’s do it again! This time a longer track, stronger trestle to equip!”
Flying came easy in a child dream inspired mind
More lumber, more track to build and no limitations, nothing confined.
~Deb
A piece written through my interpretation of a moment shared by Amelia Earhart’s sister….
Amelia, My Courageous Sister by Muriel Earhart Morrissey and Carol L. Osborne
