The Last Bouquet

(Gil Robb Wilson)

I've flown 'em all from then till now

The big ones and the small,

I've looped and zoomed and dove and spun

And climbed 'em to a stall.

I've flown them into wind and storm,

Through thunder clouds and rain

And thrilled the folks who watched me roll

My wheels along their train.



I've chased the steers across the range,

The geese from off the bay.

I've flown between the Princeton towers

When Harvard came to play,

I've clipped the wires from public poles

The blossoms from the trees

And scared my best friends half to death

With stunts far worse than these.

The rules and codes and zones they form

Are not for such as I,

Who like the great wild eagles fling

My challenge to the sky,

A bold free spirit charging fierce

Across the fallow land ...

And don't you like these nice white flowers

I'm holding in my hand?



@hero @airplane

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