Flight of Gulls

By: Mert (School of Mechanical, Aerospace and Civil Eng.)
Competition Year: 2016
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When I behold the flight of gulls at sea
My spectacles will blur these foreign lands
For I'll devise, in awe, a way to be
Back home if I had cambered, feathered hands.
So why not lift my boat with welded wings
And fly to port above the wretched waves?
My mind designs like Wrights with hopes to bring
This pearl of pink and white, for her I saved.
I ask, if she were nought, is there a point
To conquer skies with aluminium planes?
Perhaps for knowledge, not for static coins
Or rescuing, unlike Enola Gay.
No matter if these gulls are mechanised,
Still love's the field in which my compass lies.
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