Langton

Chasing Clouds

A mid morning domed sky of azure blue

the clouds are beginning to build and brew

the release is pulled to set the glider free

from the aircraft which has towed it and me

 

Five thousand feet high above the ground

to explore the sky to see what can be found

above the growing shape changing clouds

far away from earth bound crowds

 

Happily soaring over my ethereal domain

of diaphanous mountains, valleys and plains

the whisper of my passage through the air

is the only sound made while I\'m there

 

Creamy whites, pale yellows and blue greys

ever changing colours and a milky haze

parade before my eyes as I fly by

through the valleys in the landscape in the sky

 

Now below the clouds is a different scene

the ground below a familiar green

the bottom of the clouds look flat in shape

but above them is a hidden cloudscape

 

Fifteen hundred feet and being pulled down by gravity\'s hand

If lift cannot be found I will have to land

the clouds are searched for thermal activity

to provide lift to support the glider and me

 

Circling round and round in the lift that\'s found

and rising like an eagle high above the ground

at three thousand feet I will call it a day

and glide to the airfield far away

 

On the final approach, touchdown and the glider slowed

safely on the ground and the glider in the hanger stowed

heading home for one of the things I like most

a cup of tea, marmalade, butter and toast