Low Flight Poems

LOW FLIGHT

Poem by
Sydney Pool
(Major, USAF RET.)

Now I have flown where the air's so thin
Oxygen masks are need by men.
And I have looped and rolled and soared
And leaned on Mach - and come home bored. Soooo

Give others -greedy that I carian stuff,
I'd rather drive the Sikorsky buff
Or woppity-wop in bird from Bell;
That stiff-wing stuff just doesn't jel.

No "Contact!....Judy!" you'll hear from me.
But a chopper-duck dogfight's a sight to see.
Or herding moose I could write a tome;
I've even helped the buffalo roam.

Yes, passenger-pilot is a fat occupation,
But I get my kicks with an auto-rotation.
No G-wing piles will be my ration;
And low freq. rattles end constipation.

Someone said flight is high and fast
But seeing the world is a greater blast.
So let me hover for all I'm worth,
Reach out my hand, and touch the face of earth.

"LOW FLIGHT"

Poem by
Don Baker
~Courtesy of Joe Viviano~