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This poem was written by Air Commodore Alastair Panton, CB, OBE, DFC (1916-2002). Originally published in "Wings  - and other things" by Group Captain Hugh Lynch-Blosse in 1990, it reappeared in "Six Weeks of Blenheim Summer, an RAF Officer's Memoir of the Battle of France 1940", by Alastair Panton and Victoria Panton Bacon, Biteback Publishing, 2014. This poem captures in a delightfully evocative fashion a pilot's rapture at the experience of flight.

I love to fly from night to day,

And, pendant, wait the first smudged ray

With tired eyes. Then day breaks free;

The cold sky glows; and suddenly

The coastline smiles upon the sea.

And there's no proud and sharp delight

To match the loneliness of flight

Above the clouds. Then, later, high

Over the sunset, I hush the sky

With gliding turns, until I fly

Along the darkening rolling grass

To let my wheels, oil-cushioned, pass

Unfaltering from gentle flight,

As gentle as the glimmering light.

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