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Day Flight -- Jack Davis

Guest poem sent in by Cornelius O'Brien
(Poem #1959) Day Flight
 I closed my eyes as I sat in the jet
 And asked the hostess if she would let
 Me take on board a patch of sky
 And a dash of the blue-green sea.

 Far down below my country gleamed
 In thin dry rivers and blue-white lakes
 And most I longed for, there as I dreamed,
 A square of the desert, stark and red,
 To mould a pillow for a sleepy head
 And a cloak to cover me.
-- Jack Davis
Les Murray's strong poem while he was musing aboard an airliner reminded me
of another Australian poet - Jack Davis - and his lovely poem DAY FLIGHT.
You can almost hear the mighty beating heart of Australia in his lines.
Only an Aboriginal poet could have written this one.  He doesn't own the
land.  The land owns him.

Con O'Brien (Cornelius)

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Biography:
  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Davis_(playwright)

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