Friday, April 15, 2016
When Lewis' first model plane
took off like a dream on the first try,
is that when you knew
he'd be a pilot someday?
How he loved to tell that story.
Now, whenever a plane goes buzzing through,
I look up and imagine him there,
beyond "the surly bonds of Earth,"
"Up, up the long delirious burning blue..."
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
(with a hat tip to John Magee's "High Flight")
If you're new to my National Poetry Month project, you can go back to April 1, 2016 and read forward to catch the story line. Or you can go here and click on the link(s) under the pictures.
Michelle has the Poetry Friday Roundup this week at Today's Little Ditty.
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Growing up in Colorado Springs, where the Air Force Academy is located, this poem was part of my childhood. I love knowing that this plane belonged to your dad.ReplyDelete
it seems highly improbable
that life dreams could fly
on such flimsy gossamer wings
it is perhaps much more probable
that such dreams would crash
headlong into reality
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016
i never wanted
to touch the ground
This whole strand breaks my heart.ReplyDelete
And to know who took that picture in your family...amazing.