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Through halls of cloud his spirit soared Through countless skies of gold In windless corridors of air Through vistas vast and bold. Across the checkered fields of green Above those mountains high My friend would wing his aeroplane Into an endless sky. The windswept beauty reaching out The world so far below This freedom to spread out his wings Would make my friend’s heart glow. His spirit soaring like a bird Into a sky of rain The sunlight setting in the West In shades of sweet refrain. Alone, aloft in peacefulness Is where he means to be, To fly as one with eagles High above a distant sea. To reach up through the heaven’s gate To be at one with God To spiral round like feather down And touch down on the sod. With a heavy heart and weary hands He shut his motor down Forever more to be with us Imprisoned on the ground. A sunbeam I see yonder there At play amongst the shrouds And I fancy seeing Leon’s ghost Flying up into those clouds. Marshalg Mangere Bridge 11th June 2008 Dedicated to my flying mate, the late Leon Denize.
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Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 8:31 PM UTC
Ode to an Aviator
Through halls of cloud his spirit soared Through countless skies of gold In windless corridors of air Through vistas vast and bold. Across the checkered fields of green Above those mountains high My friend would wing his aeroplane Into an endless sky. The windswept beauty reaching out The world so far below This freedom to spread out his wings Would make my friend’s heart glow. His spirit soaring like a bird Into a sky of rain The sunlight setting in the West In shades of sweet refrain. Alone, aloft in peacefulness Is where he means to be, To fly as one with eagles High above a distant sea. To reach up through the heaven’s gate To be at one with God To spiral round like feather down And touch down on the sod. With a heavy heart and weary hands He shut his motor down Forever more to be with us Imprisoned on the ground. A sunbeam I see yonder there At play amongst the shrouds And I fancy seeing Leon’s ghost Flying up into those clouds. Marshalg Mangere Bridge 11th June 2008 Dedicated to my flying mate, the late Leon Denize.
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Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 8:31 PM UTC
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