The Joy of Flying

[salem]

I went flying yesterday and a poem that I read a long time ago came to my mind:

And the air is crisp and the wind is keen,
And the clouds are filled with a silvery sheen,
It’s the finest sight I have ever seen,
For there’s nothing on earth so fair.

For now we’re up in the air my lad,
We’re care-free men of the air my lad,
And I am the king of the air my lad,
Yes, I am the king of the air.

[nicow]

Great

[Hak]

BEAUTIFUL that is why we fly