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Bank Holiday Fun
I can see the world spread below As I glide and soar up here so high, I can even catch an image there With my patent magic eye. There’s a metal bird to the left of me On its steady way to France. I have swooped, circled and dived it, Led it a merry little dance, Till the seated driver waved me Half angrily out of his way And so I left it flapping on To enjoy my special day. I can see a waggoner down below, Had a wave from his young mate As they steered their shire team Through the new toll high road gate. I see the majestic plod plod plod Of that steady great horse team So much more attractive than Those modern carts of steam. This world is full of mystery Of new and wondrous things But nothing quite so joyous As our new mechanic wings Such a feeling of elation As I circle even higher Hear the wind steadily singing Through my harness wires. Have we reached the limit? Is there any more a man can learn? Or are those mysteries just placed there To make us dream and scheme and yearn What is in the future just now? What more can science give. Can there have been better times For any man or woman to live. The wind is growing chill just now As the sun slides quickly down One more dive and swoop for joy Then it’s down back to dull ground.
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