John Bliven Morin
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Daedalus And Icarus, Page 1 Of 2
Daedalus watched the birds on high,
And wished that he could also fly;
But he did more than wish, bright man,
He studied wings and made a plan.
With Icarus, his son and heir,
Gathered feathers everywhere;
Made frames both strong and light,
Working steadily, day and night.
A thousand feathers for each wing,
Attached with wax and sap and string;
Leather straps to hold them tight,
Leather thongs to guide them right.
At last he proudly said, “My son,
With your help, our wings are done
And now we’ve only them to try;
With care, I think ...
In Faerie Glade
Sun sinks quickly -
Red-yellow fellow -
Twilight spreads shade
Like a blanket,
Dotted and mottled,
In Faerie Glade.
Faeries on butterflies
Utter cries, flutter by,