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