Flights Of Fancy Poem by William Webb

I'd love to write a poem about the air,
About the thrills and freedom that I found
Those many thousand feet above the ground
Away from Earth and all my problems there.

But how can I do justice to a thought
St. Exupery, and John McGee and those
Like Gann and Yeats, in poetry and prose
Pursued as well, and well and truly caught?

What can I have to say - another guy
With heart still somewhere up there in the sky,
Long Earthen bound, who simply longs to fly
Again?