Ode to Wright

Thanksgiving began at the serpentine steps along the Ohio

and all the way to a bicycle shop between Wolf Creek and the Great Miami River such a distance we drove and sought our place---

a witness beginning from Covington's grace, across the river its humble Notre Dame, before its conflagration and much earlier that first footfall at the grand CVG where we touched down; from the vast and worthy fort and miles beyond Dallas, we made our way home to Monroe.

How amazing that in the birthplace of aviation we move about with sheer mobility; a grand experience that has opened skies world over and now at least we arrive at the hearth of a Christmas sojourn that brings joy and cheer.

Reviews

[supernova_thoughts]

Its wonderful how each passing stage bring in a new technological change and yet everything remains the same. The feels of it basically.

[redd Brick Keshner]

That is a wonderful and insightful thought. Thanks for sharing!

[supernova_thoughts]

You're welcome

[W. Barrett Munn]

Your opening stanza reminds me of Wallace Stevens. Wonderfully constructed.
Winston

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks Winston. I really should look into this Wallace Stevens, poet as a few experienced readers and connoisseurs of poetry have likewise mentioned that about several of my poems. Thanks kindly.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I just put one on hold at our library: Collected Poems, Wallace Stevens. I've renewed it about 7 times now.
Winston

[redd Brick Keshner]

Oh. That must be a good volume of his! There must be some in the ebook collection of my library to which I have not present physical access.

[Ken e Bujold]

Fred, you definitely should check WS. And when you do you're in for a treat. LIke Sanburg, Stevens is a writer who seems to be falling out of favor, and God D I can't for the life of me figure out why

Ken e

[Chris Shaw]

Incredible the achievements of some. Their drive and ambition and how as a result of it, the world is now a much smaller place. I'll always remember my first flight, trip from London to Paris. I was 19. Great read Freds.

Chris

[redd Brick Keshner]

And in making it smaller making our experience of it bigger. Cheers Chris!

[Ken e Bujold]

this poem speaks to the power of man's ambition and how it's only limited by the limitations of imagination. If you want something bad enough and are willing to go for what you want the sky truly is unlimiited.

Very nice read Fred

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thank Ken e, you are too kind.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and when I see that sleigh fly overhead on Christmas Eve, I shall thank Orville and Wilbur...
it is amazing what we can do now, considering back then no one believed man could fly.
j.

[redd Brick Keshner]

True j. But Rudolph and them sleigh riders are quite of a different category, it would seem. But true too, that the dream of flight has always been a shared aspiration in any period of human history. Now its sub orbital flights for the likes of Branson and Musk.