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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 filename[ LASTBOUQ RG |
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