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Schiphol
by Leonard M HawkesWithin the cocoon, high above the Atlantic,
We drifted sleepily in half-darkness,
Awaiting a new birth in an eastern land.
Hopes, dreams, uncertainties and fears,
All played within us (courage had carried us),
And brightened with the truth of morning and land:
White topped dunes, broad green pastures, dikes,
Polderland, and the glisten of well-coursed water.
Here, we would emerge and we would know The Path.
07/10/2007 Author's Note: On the arrival, 10 July 2006
Posted on 07/11/2007
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/11/07 at 02:29 PM You have such a light touch, with a sense of waiting adventure, and I like how the airplane (I'm assuming) is a cocoon rather than an ordinary metallic flying tool ;), that you will emerge from at this new place. Nicely done. |
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