Tuesday, March 7, 2006


Expressions of a Pilot
Flight is freedom in its purest form
To dance with the clouds which follow a storm
To roll and glide, to wheel and spin
To feel the joy that wells within
To leave the earth with its troubles and fly
And know the warmth of a clear spring sky
Then back to earth at the end of the day
Released from the tensions that melted away
Should my end come while I am in flight
Whether brightest day or darkest night
Spare your pity and shrug off the pain
Secure in the knowledge that I'd do it again
For each of us is created to die
And within me I know
I was born to fly
Gary Claud Stokor

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