Oh,
I've slipped the surely bonds of earth and hovered
out of ground effect on semi-rigid blades;
Earthward I've auto'ed and met the rising brush of
non-paved terrain;
And done a thousand things you would never care to.
Skidded and dropped and flared Low in the heat soaked
roar.
Confined there, I've chased the earthbound traffic
and lost the race to insignificant headwinds;
Forward and up a little in ground effect I've topped
the General's hedge with drooping turns where never
Skyhawk or even Phantom flew.
Shaking and pulling collective, I've lumbered the low
untresspassed halls of victor airways, put out my
hand and touched a tree.
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