Songs for Flying

Three poems

by ANNE MORROW LINDBERGH
GROWING UP
WHAT lovely toys I put away
  When I took up the sky!
The cardboard barns and painted cows,
  How carelessly they lie
Scattered below me on earth’s floor
  Now I can hold the sky —
Now I have tilted storms, and met
  The mountains eye to eye!

THE TROLLS

(Over the Mountains)

“OH ho —
So there you come!
What do you think
   Of me?”
    “And me?”
     “And me?”
Three peaks raised themselves,
One after another
Across my road —
A challenge.

“CLOSING IN”
JUST room for me to squeeze between
  The lowered ceiling and divide,
Just power enough to make the ridge
  And, panting, gain the other side;
Just light enough to see my field
  And in the shadows kiss the grass;
Just strength, just heart, just time enough,
  For me, the tardy one, to pass.
Oh hill, oh strip of clearing sky,
  Hold up the bars till I get by!
Oh lovely day — forgive my sin,
  One breath of light will let me in!