Poetry

Two Poems of an Airman

LOOP.

STRAIGHTFLYING, I

Drop downward rushing—

The earth comes up to meet me : Swifter, swifter ; Till fields grow large And speed is still. .

Lift !

Paring Perspective—

Field, Wood, and Stream, stretch out,

Are gone—

Slow flowing clouds Pour over Timelessly . . .

Sudden another Land!

Field, Wood, and Stream : Above it I'm straightflying.

FREEDOM.

Hill-top-

Stars, Shadow below, With a soft breeze In the trees And a cool brow ; I am alone.

Space, Clouds, Tire sinking sun : Birds below,

I RIR free— C. GORDON STEW %it r.