November 14, 2012

Poetry In Flight

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As part of our Museum’s on going commitment to education, we are trying to broaden our on-line data base of educational materials that can be used to make the subject of flight into an interdisciplinary unit.

If you have original poetry or compositions that you would like to submit, please feel free to E-mail them to us:

“Aviation in itself is not inherently dangerous. But to an even greater degree than the sea, it is terribly unforgiving of any carelessness, incapacity, or neglect.”  – Unknown
“God and soldier all men adore,
In times of danger and not before.
When the danger is past and all things righted,
God is forgotten, and the old soldier slighted.”
– Friar Tuck

Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee No 412 squadron, RCAF  Killed 11 December 1941
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 windswept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or even 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.

(Written by Cape Breton native, Floyd Williston, September 1985 after
visiting the Runnymede War Memorial in Surrey, England) This verse (in memory of my two brothers, F/Sgt’s. Albert and David Williston) is from my book. Through Footless Halls of Air. A new edition has been released ($29.95)
http://www.umanitoba.ca/cm/vol3/no13/footless.html

I’ve stood
In solemn reverance
By a well kept grave
In Berlin’s War Cemetery.
With misty eyes , I placed
Before the stone tablet
A spray of store-bought flowers;
And I remembered-Albert.

I’ve gazed
Again through tear-filled eyes
At the Portland Stone Walls
Of the Runnymede War Memorial.
I read the names
Until I reach the letter W
My mind’s eye reads aloud;
And, I remembered-Dave.

I’ve walked
With silent footsteps
The carpeted aisle
Of London’s St.Clement Danes Church.
The Book of Remembrance is open
I read the names of thousands of aviators
But I’ve come to remember only one;
And the family name is-everyman.

  • “Every year” By: Tara Lynch

(Grade 9 Student @ Leslie Thomas Junior High School 2000-2001)

Every year we take the time to remember the men who died
We feel for their families but still remain to keep their pride.

Every year we wear a flower, poppies on this day.
The grow amoung the graves in which our soldiers lay.

We never will forget the men who fought and won their rights.
We’re thankful that they did, but we’re said they lost their lives.

So every year on this day, we will sit and we will pray.

For the men and their guns, their horses with their saddles.
We might of won the war but we’re still fighting the battles.

  •  Eternal Goal Brandon Russell

(Grade 7 Student @ Leslie Thomas Junior High School 2000-2001)
Eternal Goal

To serve the country,
To save my soul,
To love the people,
My eternal goal.

To laugh when laughed at,
To love when loved,
To love when hated,
To get up when shoved.

All these duties I’ll keep in my soul.
For all these duties are my eternal goal.

  • Mr. Wright Megan Piercey

 (Grade 7 Student @ Leslie Thomas Junior High School 2000-2001)

Mr. Wright
There was a man named Mr. Wright,
Who was talking to a friend,
About how all inventions were already made,
And all new ideas would end.

“Surely” he said, “Inventions to be made,
Have already been,
And all new things,
Have already been seen!”

“No”, said his friend, “I think you’re wrong.”
And he whispered with a twinkle in his eye,
“I think that we have just begun,
And one day man will fly!”

“Oh no!” Mr. Wright scolded, “That’s blasphemy!
And blasphemy is a crime!
Angels were the ones meant to fly,
And humans to walk in the grime.”

Years later, Mr. Wright had two sons,
Orville and Wilbur were their names,
And they built the first flying aeroplane
That led to fortune and fame.

  • “They” – Amanda Debison is a student at Leslie Thomas Junior High School written for the School’s Rememberance Day Service in 1999.

They

They fought for us,
They died for us,
They even lost their friends,
They fought a battle where
blood was shed,
And hoped it wouldn’t happen again.

They did it for our country,
A battle which they won,
But every time they shudder
When they hear a gun.

Every day in battle
They would always try,
So every time they see our flag
They glitter up with pride.

They try to tell us what happened,
They try with all their strength,
When they talk about the time
When they were in the rank.

Who are these people who seemed to climb up hills
With 200 pound boulders,
These people you see are no other
Then the brave Canadian Soldiers.

Amanda Debison
Leslie Thomas Junior High School
Nov 9/99

  • “If you let it be” – Brittany Blakney

 (Grade 8 Student @ Leslie Thomas Junior High School 2002-2003)

If you let it be
In this world
Will we always see
People fighting
Pointlessly?Troops marching
Out to war.
Some troops
Becoming no more.

Pilots flying
In the sky.
Bombing, Firing.
They don’t ask why.

Navy Crewman
On the sea.
Ready to fire.
They can’t let it be.

Innocent kids
Dying in the street.
Will no one help?
Does no one see?

If I could,
Have one wish.
It would be,
Just like this.
The fighting would stop.
Then people would see,
How beautiful the world is,
If you let it be.
For the Better

Now I can see
How war will effect
You and me.Troops will come.
Troops will go.
Marching threw,
Sand or snow.

Gunfire will be heard
From miles away.
Bombs and grenades
Put where 1000’s of dead lay.

Surrender will be
A forbidden word.
Help, love and peace
Will be un-heard.

Pilots in their plans,
Bombing, firing
Whoever their
Leaders say.

The end will all
Be the same.
Death, destruction,
It’s all so lame!

The world needs to
Come together,
Helping each other,
For the better.

 

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