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Daedalus
And did those wings in ancient time
Soar upward in the sun burnt sky:
And was the father of our dreams
Seen boldly taking us on high!
And did the clever man of arts
Shed light upon our lofty bent?
And was a seed implanted in
That Cretan's dark imprisonment?
Bring me my wings of fair design;
Bring me the power of desire!
Bring me my aerobatic lines;
Bring me the chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental flight,
Nor shall my sequence sleep in hand,
Till I have reached the sun kissed heights
In hallowed halls o’er sea and land.
- The word "sequence" refers to a series of precision aerobatic figures studied in advance and flown by an IAC pilot. (IAC is the International Aerobatic Club)
-Inspired by William Blake's poem, Jerusalem, "And did those feet in ancient time..."
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Greg Hladky
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