A Poem Dedicated to Betty Gillies
On Wings of Gold Fog shrouds the wings; dawn, but a shard of light. Twin engines labor, eager to unbridle the horses. Toes, hard on brakes, check the trembling aircraft. From the tower, “Cleared for takeoff.” Brakes off. Throttle to the firewall. Spine thrust back against the seat. Rolling, rumbling, reaching, Wheels eat up runway….