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3rd Son's Poem
My little boy grew up and now
flys his own plane! And does
he ever fly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is a poem I wrote for him
Freedom
Flying along the river....
Oh what joy.....
In a plane...
and,not a toy...

.......flying flying flying flying flying......

Above the water....
Two to five feet.....
Winding around curves...
It sure is neat....

.......flying flying flying flying flying......

Living on the edge....
Is what its all about...
The excitement it brings...
Along with a shout....

.......flying flying flying flying flying......

Climb if you must...
When you  have too....
Then kill the engine...
Do a spin or two...

.......flying flying flying flying flying......

Rolls and turns...
And flipovers too....
That little plane...
Will sure thrill you....

.......flying flying flying flying flying......

There is the time...
To fly along....
And notice the view...
Maybe sing a song...

.......flying flying flying flying flying......

About how peacful....
It is in the sky....
Free as a bird...
When you fly high...

.......flying flying flying flying flying......

Daytime or nighttime
When in flight...
When you’re up there....
It seems so right...

.......flying flying flying flying flying......

Cares slip away...
After time on the job...
You can unwind....
When you turn that knob...

.......flying flying flying flying flying......

So enjoy your life...
In everyway...
Then you’ll be happy...
Come what may....

Written by  me for my son 1998
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