Amelia Earhart’s Memoir

Amelia Earhart’s Memoir      I remember when I was a little girl, all the things that encouraged me to be a pilot.     

A Peaceful Day

    Soft sand between your toes,

A Doe

A doe leaps through the meadow into the woods        

Sailing

                        Silently, a sailboat glides through the water

                        Ripples V out behind it 

                        The sail flapping slightly in the wind

                        Heeling over so that it almost capsizes

 It silently glides through the water

Sailing

“Coming about,” Mommy hollered. We were on our sailboat,