Hi, Barry. No disrespect meant.
LOW FLIGHT
Oh, I've slipped the surly bonds of earth
And hovered out of ground effect on semi-rigid blades;
Earthward I've auto'ed and met the rising brush of non-paved terrain
And done a thousand things you would never care to
Skidded and dropped and flared
Low in the heat soaked roar.
Confined there, I've chased the earthbound traffic
And lost the race to insignificant headwinds;
Forward and up a little in ground effect
I've topped the General's hedge with drooping turns
Where never Skyhawk or even Phantom flew.
Shaking and pulling collective,
I've lumbered The low untresspassed halls of victor airways,
Put out my hand and touched a tree.
—Anonymous
--Bob
Huey Driver wrote:
Screen Saver
I don't remember who sent this picture to me but all I did was add the Huey and the text. Makes a nice screen saver.
last line.....
'..and touched the face of God.'
In poetry "laughter-silvered wings" would evoke the joy of flight. Poetry is as much emotion as reason.
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