posted 06-07- 05:03 AM               

Carefree of purpose as a falling leaf,
Somewhere between the dull earth and the sun,
Beyond the bounds of happiness or grief,
I muster up the clouds and roll and run.

And zoom towards the blue infinity,
To flick flirtatious pinions, then to dive
Downwards in wild, exulting ecstasy,
While all the air with torment is alive.

See how the dim mosiac far below
Speeds up to meet me! Death screams for the kill,
But I swoop up aloft and laugh to show
The harmony of metal and men's will.

So, like a silver centaur out of time,
Or some free spirit that flings off its shroud,
Out of the tumoil of the world I climb,
And chase my shadow o'er the fields of cloud.

Pilot Officer R.H. Webster, RAAF, 1944

Cheers,

AGAS 5