Minos the King, in violent rage, <br />In leaving, struck down a nearby page; <br />To prison he had his councelors, take; <br />For the crime of making a mistake. <br /> And after a few more diatribes, <br />He called for all the palace scribes; <br />“Write, you scribes, about Daedalus, <br />Who fell to his death with Icarus; <br />Say that they flew close to the sun, <br />Their feathers burned and were undone; <br />Man cannot fly; it is absurd <br />To dare to imitate a bird! ” <br /> <br />And what of Daedalus and Icarus, free? <br />They were flying high above the sea, <br />Above each valley, stream and hill; <br />Who knows? They may be flying still!<br /><br />John Bliven Morin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daedalus-and-icarus-page-2-of-2/
