A thousand feet above the ground
I see the snow topped farms
And think about the titan’s globe
That’s held in Atlas’ arms
The acres and hectares of land
That fill my lofty view
Comprise a tiny portion of
The land once known as New
Which Christopher Columbus found
In fourteen-ninety-two
But mores’s the land across the sea
In Europe and beyond
And that forgets the sea between
That o so maybe pond
And far below the crust of earth
There is the molten core
And far above terrestrial bounds
Are moons and stars galore
The scale of it defies the mind
How can it have such size?
I can’t compute a thousand miles
Or see them with my eyes
So even now as I look out
From aircraft altitude
I ponder brobdingnagian
I think on magnitude