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Travel A glider pilot knows how far a thing goes On wind alone unpunched ticket Nothing lapping in some cylinder Shining sun tickling air they call a thermal Like an albatross swinging back and forth Ten thousand miles without a murmur of wings |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2013-11-22 08:50:25
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
CH,
Nice. That must be quite an experience, up there with no distracting engine noise, gliding with the wind. You captured what is must be like.
MSS