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January 18, 2006
Blue Angels Fly By
In the places this side of Heaven that call to them.
Time runs the table, and yet.....in one small moment,
the sky rests,
and the clouds open into blue.Silence falls in circles
and the Sunlight carries a soft
dream..down..down beside me
....drifting from a scream
of freedom, high above.A bright moment...
.... Time falling.
..... upon the windA gift from the sky.
..gift of a Hawk!
.......the feather in my hand,
as I smile.I touch the gift...
and walk away.It has been a good day.
~ by Wild Thing
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Wild Thing's comment..................
Thank you Sparks for sending me this email from TomR.
TomR I love the Blue Angels and have been able to see them about 11 times. Before moving to Florida three years ago, we lived in Las Vegas for 6 years after living in Calif. for many years. So while living in Vegas we were invited several times to Nellis Air Force Base, Nev. and got to see them. It was such an honor to meet some of the men that flew and be able to welcome others home from serving in Iraq.
Thank you again for these awesome photos, I just had to share them on here because they are so special.
Posted by Wild Thing at January 18, 2006 01:04 AM
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I like your poem
Posted by: TomR at January 18, 2006 02:56 PM
Hi Tom, thank you and thank you again for the photos.
Posted by: Wild Thing at January 18, 2006 06:26 PM
What a beautiful poem and beautiful pictures too!
Posted by: LindaSoG at January 18, 2006 06:43 PM
No better time than now I say for this:
"High Flight"
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
I invite all to visit:
http://www.skygod.com/quotes/highflight.html
Posted by: SparkS at January 19, 2006 12:56 AM
HI Sparks, great website, thank you so much for the link. And for the poem John Gillespie Magee wrote.
Posted by: Wild Thing at January 19, 2006 01:45 AM
HI Linda so good to see you. Thank you so much.
((hugs)) for my Blog Mom.
Posted by: Wild Thing at January 19, 2006 01:47 AM