SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO LOOK HARD TO FIND HAPPINESS
Before I was born, my dad was an ag pilot.
He traded freedom and flight for
responsibility and safety and John Deere parts.
we often went for Sunday drives in the country
to get out of town and look at the crops.
he borrowed a plane and we slipped the surly bonds of earth*
and flew over the faded quilt of fields.
the flight pattern of our small town airport
went right over our back yard.
One summer, I planted a smiley face of marigolds
for the pilots to see
as they came in on final.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
* "slipped the surly bonds of earth" is from my dad's favorite poem "High Flight" by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
Here's John Denver singing the poem as a song (scrub to 3:25). We played this at dad's funeral.
Carol, at Carol's Corner, will join me again this year as often as possible.
Kimberley, at iWrite in Maine, is joining me this month.
Kay, at A Journey Through the Pages, is joining, too!
Linda, at TeacherDance, will join as often as she can.
Check the comments at A Year of Reading or Poetrepository for her poems.
Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind) is back this year,
leaving poetry trax in the comments.
Jone, at DeoWriter, is doing a "double L" challenge.
She and I are cross-poLLinating our challenges whenever possible.