Those skies were never meant to end.
Off west the distant Irish coast,
And east the millstone cities smoke:
Horizons wide enough for dreams.
Then came the day they closed the sky:
One little push, one breeze to blow.
They left the air but took the far,
So less and less would raise their heads.
Together we would wish the Earth,
Instead were left with measured ground,
And shivered at the thought of worlds
Beyond the confines of our plots.
We reached, we yearned, we stared, we learned:
And then they took away the sky.