More Blue

I spent most of the day today with some dear friends at an uplifting, but emotionally draining, event called Ladies' Day Apart at a local church. The speaker was Dee Brestin whose theme was The God of All Comfort. I'm exhausted but refreshed, and looking forward to church tomorrow.

And now, today's poetry selection, an original penned by yours truly.

Ahem.

Blue

Blue is the color of the morning dew.

Blue to me is a color true.

Blue is the color of the sky

Where the airplanes always fly.

Blue is the color of the tide

When it is at my very side.

Okay, I sheepishly confess that I wrote that a long time ago.....in Mrs. Akus' first grade class, to be specific. She stapled it to a background of blue construction paper in the shape of a cloud and hung it on the wall. It amazes me that over forty years later I can still remember all that. Just don't ask me what I did yesterday. (Psst....what day was yesterday anyway?)

Speaking of sky and airplanes, here is another selection, one which is much more impressive than my childish attempts at verse:

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 ever 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

Read the story of the brave young pilot who wrote it here.