Just a day ahead.
Wednesday's just like Tuesday.
Nothing more needs to be said.
Everyday we do our best;
To reach our final goal.
Friday is like Monday.
Just reprieve; the working soul.
Each day's just another day,
To move ahead in time;
To get us closer to our home.
To live the life sublime.
This is for the guys out at the Chicago Glider Club in Channahon, IL, where I live. It is a nod of the hat to such great aviators, who have given me the pleasure of revisiting the joy that I had as a boy, flying with my father, the fighter pilot, turned civilian aviator. Thanks, Guys. Don Seiler, JR.
ReplyDeleteLike the glider. The love of flight is within you, Don.
ReplyDeleteThat's why, I think, you are able to soar at levels of thought that many will never know or understand.
Stone Mountain Airport used to have glider rides. Years ago, on the weekend, I would take my son, Garrett, there to "see the panes," as he would say to me as a boy of two. This was one of our favorite things to do together.
I met an interesting man there one time. Tell you about him sometime. Give me a holler down Tampa way. : ) Frank
Sorry, Frank. I didn't catch this, at the time that you wrote it. I appreciate your thoughts, and your compliments. Glad that you and your son enjoy the love of flight, as well. It is an unnatural thing for us as humans, but we defy the laws of nature, by doing so, and so rise above the shackles of life. Peace, my Brother, Peace.
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