An Ice Cream Cone

An Ice Cream Cone

I’m flying up, against gravity’s undertow
Higher than all the birds I know
Above white clouds full of snow

My wings are made of steel and bone
And within this long underbelly I am not alone
As we burst through the wind’s vibration zone
Then out of the blue I am handed an ice cream cone

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Ivor Steven (c) August 2025

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

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    1. We’re a bit behind schedule… 3 hours and 6 minutes to go until we land in Vancouver. Then I have to go through customs before I fly over to Vancouver Island (half hour flight)✈️ 🇨🇦😊💙

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