donttouchanything
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A Flyers thoughts
I have danced among the clouds,
Up where angels hang their shrouds.
Where land bound mortals never tread,
Pulled hard on the stick, threw back my head.
Laughed with joy, shed tears of delight,
When I, my friend have taken flight.
Felt the subtle thermal’s lifting breath,
flirted with Gods and cheated death.
Caressed by sunlight, golden and warm,
or the shivering gray of a gathering storm.
Indeed we flyers are blessed it seems,
To live the stuff, of others dreams.
Keith Cameron
I have danced among the clouds,
Up where angels hang their shrouds.
Where land bound mortals never tread,
Pulled hard on the stick, threw back my head.
Laughed with joy, shed tears of delight,
When I, my friend have taken flight.
Felt the subtle thermal’s lifting breath,
flirted with Gods and cheated death.
Caressed by sunlight, golden and warm,
or the shivering gray of a gathering storm.
Indeed we flyers are blessed it seems,
To live the stuff, of others dreams.
Keith Cameron