Sunday, November 28, 2010

Fly - Living a Dream


Fly  by Melissa Campbell

He didn't know when he woke that morning

his childhood dream would take off down a runway,

climb out smooth and trace a path through the heavens

in first flight solo with his Dad looking down

and Mom and I on the ground,

proud tears running.

I held my breath and wondered

what it must be like to take on wings,  

to cruise the clouds and coast the winds.

soar into the sun like the eagle,

to lift and rise and paint the skies,

leave a trail across God's canvas,

stretched wide without an easel.

When he touched again the earthy realm,

heart spilling full the rush of adrenaline,

and aviators peeking from under the flap of a denim pocket,

I looked past the wing and caught a hint

of wild blue lingering in the depths of chocolate brown

and knew my dear Daddy

was flying high with the answer.

Click to below to enjoy other Fly photos:

I am reading some wonderful poetry at One Shot Wednesday.  Get a cup of tea and come check it out!


  1. What a great Dad you wonderful!!
    Can you imagine when we are like the angels and can fly? I can't but I have always wanted to fly. You have a wonderful family. Great photos.
    Be so proud!
    God bless you all. Crystal

  2. Hello Mellisa
    The way you told the story of your dad flying in a plane and painting the sky and you getting to witness this was sooo wonderfully put.
    Hope all is well with you and your. Have a great day and wonderful week. I look forward to reading more of your writtings.

  3. Absolutely love the poem--the imagery is awesome.
    ". . . to lift and rise and pain the skies
    leave a trail across God's canvas
    stretched wide without an easel . . " are just a few of my favorite lines.
    I've always wanted to learn how to fly a plane---congrats to this man for doing it.

  4. how wonderful it must have been! Great photo's!
    thanks you!

  5. Melissa, your words impress the feelings on my heart. I can sense a shadow of what you felt.

    That’s a writer’s magic.

    I received a spiritual lesson once, during my only time flying a plane. In the air, my friend looked at me and said, take the wheel. She explained the instruments, and I took over. There was little joy, all nerves, because my eyes were glued to the instruments. Then she said, “Look up. Just fly!” I took my eyes off the dials and looked skyward. Turned left. Then right. Circled, climbed, descended – and flew.

    Something about looking down as opposed to looking up was learned.
    Burying the head instead of observing.
    Being slave to rules instead of loving the law.

    Thank you Melissa, I had forgotten all about that story.

    Blessed by the reading

  6. Nothing on earth like flying

    Can't imagine the feeling of flying with the angels

    Nice post

  7. fabulous :-) Thank you for joining us.

  8. Thanks for all your kind words! My Dad is a wonderful man. Wish you all could know him.

    @Craig: I love what you shared! What a great "hands-on" lesson of love. "Look up. Just fly!" What would the world be like if we all did this? Love sets us free to fly. Thanks so much for sharing.

    Blessings to you all. :)

  9. Wonderful write. Inspiring to go after dreams and let them take flight! Your Dad sounds like a cool guy.

  10. A great and very tender poem! Thanks.

  11. Dear Melissa

    A great piece of work.. I liked it so much... thanks for sharing..

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay

  12. Fantastic! A treasured way to memorialize an incredible moment in your lives!

    @Craig: Thank you for sharing that...I imagine I'll be chewing on that lesson for a while now.


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