The Final Descent
The Final Descent
He is making the final descent,
from a long, turbulent Parkinsons flight.
Flown across many days,weeks,months,years and time zones..
Dim now the cabin lights.
Watch the stars flicker on the runway below;
As the wheels of life kiss the ground one last time.
The last conversion has been kicked.
The final kilometre kite is in sight.
The last call to,take the strain and pull,rings out.
The Drumlin hills bow their heads in respect.
Siochs, full with winter rains,flow in silence.
Leaves,on the fairy tree rustle at half mast.
The sun,dances one last ray across Windy Harbour;
as dusk comes dropping slowly.
A red sky, sinks into a western glow
As the shepard settles,one last time, into a peacful sleep..
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