"A Notice to Airmen" by Jack Powell
Downwind
To soar through the clouds was the dream
In a fanciful flying machine
And gaze down at the earth
As a beautiful berth
For the aeronaut, eyes all a gleam.
Base
In craft of wood and canvas ties.
To the airline-ing enterprise,
“Romantic” it seems
For the engine to scream
While wispy hillsides cross my eyes.
Final
But when Gauges are all I can see
I shall heed the discrepancy.
For sad irony lies
When one takes to the skies
And it’s there where he doesn’t feel free.
Downwind
To soar through the clouds was the dream
In a fanciful flying machine
And gaze down at the earth
As a beautiful berth
For the aeronaut, eyes all a gleam.
Base
In craft of wood and canvas ties.
To the airline-ing enterprise,
“Romantic” it seems
For the engine to scream
While wispy hillsides cross my eyes.
Final
But when Gauges are all I can see
I shall heed the discrepancy.
For sad irony lies
When one takes to the skies
And it’s there where he doesn’t feel free.