Last FlightA Poem by IreneI wrote this poem dedicated to a pilot who plunged to her death during a hang gliding accident. Her fiance was watching and saw her plummet to her death...Perched atop a summits peak An eagle preparing for flight She extends her wings of wood and fabric A truly magnificent sight
She takes a plunge from high above Soaring through the clouds A radiant sight for but a moment When sun turned to shadows
In horror I watched As she struggled to grasp Slowly, slipping, sliding My heart stopped The battle raged on Gravity and wills Through the terror I find my voice Hang on! I love you!
But it’s too late Not enough Soaring to
plummet The eagle falls © 2012 IreneAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on August 8, 2012 Last Updated on August 8, 2012 AuthorIreneBC, CanadaAboutHi, my name is Irene. I love to write about experiences that I've gone through or topics I am passionate about. I'm a devout Catholic, who loves her faith and misses her "Big Brother" (in Spirit) .. more..Writing
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