The Joy Of Flight Poem by Elizabeth Shield

All above we softly lay
And down beneath in glad display
The world and all her verdant train
A sphere that turns with sweet refrain
Here are hue and atmosphere
This is where the air is clear

While up above, the radiant night
Puts out its thousand flaming lights
That guide and call and sing and turn
And in our hearts, the watch fires burn
Sailing through to twilight blue
Counting not the hours true

And underneath, in lapping teal
The waters call with gathering zeal
Each frothy pinion capped with joy
The sounds of laughter they employ
With land and sky they overflow
To join what each with reverence knows

Gently how we hold the view
And see how love has made it new