I would like to sit
And ruminate...
on the vast endlessness__________________________________ of the deep blue skies
It seems you could easily (hold) that which (surrounds) EVERYthing you've ever seen
The intangible creates a looooonging to somehow grasp the skies that sep-
arate us from space
But if I could cross the ||rift||
that keeps us on the ground, then we could freely SOAR the pristine air
T-h-e u-b-i-q-u-i-t-o-u-s s-k-i-e-s s-t-r-e-c-h a-c-r-o-s-s t-h-e e-a-r-t-h.
However, the GRAVITY of earth is intransigent and will not baRgAiN with me
Nothing I proffer interests him
But when I finally diss~~emble the %barrier%, we could float amongst the clouds
No cynicism[sp] could pull me _down_
The *c*r*y*p*t*i*c* flight of the bird has ??baffled?? men for centruies, but not until now, has it been
FOUND
I wrote this poem when I was 15, three years after I was called to be a pilot and a year and a half before I passed the Private Pilot Written Exam.
