To plunge from high on summit’s peak <br />And ride the current, swift <br />Survey the earth in sweeping view <br />As, with the morning clouds, I drift <br /> <br />To look the eagle in the eye <br />While soaring heaven’s blue <br />And float on silent wafts of air <br />Blind to common hullabaloo <br /> <br />It would be grand to hang below <br />The glider as I tour the sky <br />And so I would if I just could <br />Acquire sufficient nerve to try <br /> <br />© C R Clark-5/18/2008<br /><br />C R Clark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hang-gliding/
