Helicopters
Look up! What do you see?
Spinning, falling, from the tree
Tumbling, waiting to be caught
Small squadrons of aeronauts.
Circling like tiny choppers
On to leaves, rust and copper
No air traffic control
For take-off and landing goals
Wings spin round, make me dizzy
Copter blades fizzy, busy
But they’re silent when they drop
Spiral, tumble, not a plop.
After summer filled with sun
Water fights, ice lolly fun
Now our mighty sycamore’s
Shedding seeds and her spores
Floating past in a whirl
Down, down and down they twirl.
Spinning, falling, from the tree
Tumbling, waiting to be caught
Small squadrons of aeronauts.
Circling like tiny choppers
On to leaves, rust and copper
No air traffic control
For take-off and landing goals
Wings spin round, make me dizzy
Copter blades fizzy, busy
But they’re silent when they drop
Spiral, tumble, not a plop.
After summer filled with sun
Water fights, ice lolly fun
Now our mighty sycamore’s
Shedding seeds and her spores
Floating past in a whirl
Down, down and down they twirl.
This poem is copyright (©) Morna Sullivan 2026
About the Writer
Morna Sullivan
Morna Sullivan has always had a love of stories and has been reading and writing stories and poems since she could read and write. She is a member of the Coney Island Writers Group and a SCWBI member regularly attending the Belfast chapter meetings. She has recently taken over as SCBWI Regional Advisor (Ireland) leading a team of volunteers supporting children’s writers and illustrators across Ireland.
