cadetat6
12-26-05, 04:55 AM
Watching the Sky
In loving mermory of my Dad, ,Loren D. Holmes
On currents not seen by the human eye,
A biplane climbs in the sky
Wafting through clouds and over the sea,
It dips wings in salute and waves to me
I watch it pass by on double wing
And my mind wanders away, reminiscing
To another time and faraway place
when the plane and I were a part of that space
To a day long ago, an afternoon in July
floating through the air, my Dad and I
He the pilot and I his crew
cast cares to the wind and away we flew
We lift off the ground on a breath of thin air
then turn and bank, the wind in our hair.
The propeller turns and the engine roars
As we cruise high above the earth’s emerald floor
A journey through time and a sojourn in space
we fly on and on with the wind in our face
Time seems suspended and the day falls away
as we spend precious hours in this magical play
A patchwork below us, sky blue, clouds above
I sit in my jumpsuit, my heart filled with love
for the plane and the man and the privilege
we share, together this day, flying through the air
From that time to this, I remember that day
as I see two wings cross the sky and I silently say
Hello to the man who taught me to watch the sky
for the sight of a biplane – which brings a tear to my eye…
Carol Keene (cadetat6 Art)
In loving mermory of my Dad, ,Loren D. Holmes
On currents not seen by the human eye,
A biplane climbs in the sky
Wafting through clouds and over the sea,
It dips wings in salute and waves to me
I watch it pass by on double wing
And my mind wanders away, reminiscing
To another time and faraway place
when the plane and I were a part of that space
To a day long ago, an afternoon in July
floating through the air, my Dad and I
He the pilot and I his crew
cast cares to the wind and away we flew
We lift off the ground on a breath of thin air
then turn and bank, the wind in our hair.
The propeller turns and the engine roars
As we cruise high above the earth’s emerald floor
A journey through time and a sojourn in space
we fly on and on with the wind in our face
Time seems suspended and the day falls away
as we spend precious hours in this magical play
A patchwork below us, sky blue, clouds above
I sit in my jumpsuit, my heart filled with love
for the plane and the man and the privilege
we share, together this day, flying through the air
From that time to this, I remember that day
as I see two wings cross the sky and I silently say
Hello to the man who taught me to watch the sky
for the sight of a biplane – which brings a tear to my eye…
Carol Keene (cadetat6 Art)