He told us he could walk on clouds
sink and stride knee deep in softness
feet firm on the safety of silver lining
lie back and let them take his weight
lie back and enjoy the view
through shifting portals
to the distant secrets of the ground
lie back wandering on winds
surviving the thin air.
Moisture leaks, condenses
coils into pools
to drip and slip, seep
and grow into a cascade
pulled down by the planet
collapsing to the ground in
the malignant mutter of thunder
time to go in flight
on slight Tiger Moth wings
to stand on the soaked shadowed
ground of the ordinary.
Poem inspired by Arthur Mitton and written by his daughter, Yvonne Mitton
We hope to receive further information from Yvonne in order to place an obituary page to her father.
Arthur Mitton 11/05/1923 - 06/12/2016
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning we will remember
them. - Laurence
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